... This wasn't one of those times where New Margo would need to be locked in a closet. In fact, New Margo took over before Margaret could even control herself. 

Picking up her beloved Poinsettia, who was trying desperately to not be flung across the floor from Indy's kick, Margaret looked at the boy with a fire burning beneath her green eyes. [color=mediumseagreen]"[b][i]Gross?[/i][/b] Did I hear you call my Scatterbug [b][i]gross?[/i][/b]"[/color] She repeated the words, louder than she realized, taking a step closer into the male's personal space. 

[color=mediumseagreen]"What's so [b][i]gross[/i][/b] about Poinsettia? Huh?"[/color] Margo defensively pulled up the little bug, Poinsettia scrambling up into her usual perch on Margo's shoulder and shivering--the bug was traumatized from the sudden change in her trainer and the disdain radiating from the boy. [color=mediumseagreen]"[b][i]Gross[/i][/b] pokemon have feelings too, did you know that?"[/color] Margo continued her grilling, glaring at Indy as she pointed a finger into his chest.