Malie herself up on one elbow and pulled out her buzzing pokedex, flipping the cover off and reading through the message as the sweatervest kid got mad about something. 

"I dunno what your problem is, but I don't wanna fight nobody, 'kay? More importantly-", she started in her same dull monotone, turning her pokedex's screen to face the other two trainers and sort of limply shaking it in an attempt to show outrage, "-what the actual heck is this 'sposed to be? I joined this thing to get [i]away[/i] from work, not fight career criminals. I totally feel like we're getting scammed! And this team name..."

Malie pushed herself up into what could generously be called a sitting position, as if to add emphasis. Slakoth tumbled down her stomach and came to a rest splayed out, upside-down against her thighs.

"...Like, seriously? 'Team Red'? That name is *distinctly* lacking in zazz. It is, in fact, a [i]gaping abyss[/i], utterly devoid of all zazz. If we're gonna be working our butts off I wanna be, like, Team [i]Fire[/i] Red at least. Or Team Omega Ruby. Unno."

She cocked her head to make eye contact with Lance.

"Hey Lucian, we need a cool, ultra-zazzy name, pronto. You should, uh, do something about it. And maybe toss me a cold one, cuz I'm totally parched."