Margo suddenly felt an overwhelmingly embarrassing amount of shyness wash over herself as this 11-year old greeted them. She had been expecting Dan's mother--of course, that was stupid when she realized she was a sick woman after all--and wanting to get over the shock of her introduction first, but instead it would be postponed for a bit longer. She would have to work up her excitement all over again, along with pushing away her anxiousness about the meeting as well. She half hid her painting behind her legs as she shook Celia's hand lightly, smiling down at her. [color=mediumseagreen][b]"I'm Margaret, but my friends call me Margo. I'm very happy to meet you, as well."[/b][/color]

Margo followed everyone inside, taking a seat on the nearest thing she could find, which was a nice couch that had been loved over the years by the look of it. She placed her painting on the floor by her feet, the top of the painting resting against her leg to stay propped up. She watched Indy place his own present on the windowsill, the flowers beautiful in the light. She felt a blossom of anger sprout through her chest but she ignored it--how could Indy be so thoughtful towards a person but not a pokemon? This wasn't the time though, Margo reassured herself, prickling suddenly at Indy's next question. She had already been planning on telling them she was going to the center for her own slumber. After all, how could she expect Dan's poor sick mother to take care of some strange girl, on top of three other kids? 

[color=mediumseagreen][b]"I was actually going to sleep at the pokemon center while we're here, I was planning on doing some training and maybe catching some new pokemon!" Margo paused, putting on a small smile. "I have to call my parents tonight and give them an update on my journey anyways."[/b][/color] It was a little white lie, but Margo could already feel it ballooning into a lie she'd have to keep addressing, making her throat start to close up at the thought.