Rebecca woke up with an unusual amount of ease for her. It seemed to be quite early as well. She decided not to go back to sleep, and left the room to grab some breakfast. She didn’t try to evade the current strategic conundrum she had on her hands, either, letting it occupy her while she grabbed whatever seemed appealing. They were no pushovers, especially for a new team, but three hundred pokemon? Even if their opponents were pushovers themselves, she wasn’t sure if she could fight for that long. There didn’t seem to be a more subtle approach, other than maybe pretending that they were supposed to be there before they smashed everything that looked important to them and teleporting away. Clearly they needed to go over this together, maybe get some more intel out of that Bronzor. She carried several plates’ worth of breakfast and drinks with her telekinesis and returned to the team’s room, offering them up to her team.

“Hey guys,” she said tentatively, “Do you need anything else? More sleep maybe? I’m sure Dexter can reheat our food if you want to sleep in for a while longer... There's a big day ahead of us, after all...”