Margo was happy that Dan seemingly joined in their excitement, the teen crouching down to return her pokemon's affection. She caught his subconscious movement, apparently trying to grab for his pokemon that wasn't there. She quirked her mouth, just now realizing that Dan didn't have any pokeballs on his person. [color=mediumseagreen][i]'He always has his pokemon, doesn't he? Don't we all?'[/i][/color] She was confused for half a second, now looking towards Indy and counting his pokeballs. She, indeed, was not crazy, and Dan must've left his pokemon back in his room or something.

Listening to Indy speak, Margo nodded along in agreement, straightening to look at Dan with a similar concerned expression, her eyesbrows knitted together. [color=mediumseagreen][b]"Really, Dan. There's nothing you'll tell us that we won't understand..."[/b][/color] She paused for a moment before quickly adding, [color=mediumseagreen][b]"Or at least that we won't [i]try[/i] to understand!"[/b][/color] She hoped her words were as encouraging as Indy's, but she might actually have him beat in her eloquence.

Perhaps it was the friendship that Indy and Dan shared that made it easier for him to try to get Dan to open up to him versus Margo trying to get him to open up. She hoped that maybe this conversation could improve their friendship--she felt like she had recently gotten through to Indy and grown from it, maybe this could be her moment with Dan as well.