Flustered, nervous glances.

You'd think Elizabeth would be used to them by now, but it still stirred something in the pits of her heart, agitating her, teasing her and hissing about how she wasn't like the others. Isolated. [i]Alone.[/i] It wasn't something a housemaid could teach, nor was it something that money could remove. Once you were branded with a name, the scars never really fade. And Elizabeth knew that even if she lost everything she'd still be a Blake, and still be treated the same way. Not that it mattered, of course, Elizabeth wasn't ever going to see these people again after the tour and they meant as much to her as the dirt outside of the lab did. Insignificant. Just breathing bodies.

So physically, Elizabeth revealed no sort of anger or distress. Not even her facial muscles twitched. Instead, she strode past them all into the daycare, right into the very depths of it with a purpose. Even without having to look where she was standing, her feet moved to avoid frolicking baby pokemon with that same, familiar and graceful manner. She slipped past tiny srpouts of grass-type pokemon, avoided the sparks and embers of the fire-type pokemon, and went into a dark corner.

Of course, one would think she was being a bit odd, moving to a seemingly uninhabited dark area. But she sat there and looked up expectantly, whilst her dress robes spread out around her like a sparkling blossom. [b]"It's safe now, you know this."[/b] she reported to thin air, and waited.

After a few moments, the hem of her dress ruffled as if something passed through it and a Misdreavus floated out warily,wearing a thin, translucent navy-blue scarf. She let loose a soft, ethereal cry and from the dark a ghastly popped its head out, peering at Misdreavus curiously. The pair of them started to play tag with each other quite happily in the shadows, inviting other ghost type pokemon to join in. Soon, there was quite the crowd of little ghost pokemon rolling around in the air, but Misdreavus stood out the most with her scarf. Satisfied, Elizabeth got to her feet and paced over to one of the breeders.[b]"Excuse me, sir, but I wanted to ask a question about your ghost pokemon."[/b]

"Oh? Sure! Ask away." replied the breeder, leaning on the bag of pokefood he was dispersing for a group of Evee. Elizabeth eyed the bag critically before turning her attention back to the man, pondering for a moment.

[b]"It's about their feeding habits. I know for a fact that Misdravus and Shuppet feed off of negative emotions and fear. Do you let them scare the other pokemon? How can a trainer feed them properly? I understand that pokemon food helps stem the hunger but it's not working."[/b] asked Elizabeth. Her expression was completely blank, her voice was showing no distress. Whilst she sounded grave...it wasn't different from any other time she talked. Clearly, this is a girl who's been taught to do these things for a while now. 

The breeder frowned, looking past Elizabeth's cold mannerisms and listening to the words themselves. "Yeah, I see what you mean...Well, you can let your Misdreavus out at night to scare the wild pokemon, but try to keep her away from inhabited areas when she's feeding. The last thing you need is complaints from the neighbours!" he said, jokingly. Elizabeth just stared at him and his laughter died in his throat.

[b]"I don't live around people, but thank you for the warning."[/b] replied Elizabeth, turning to leave him to his work. [b]"Misdreavus? Come on."[/b] she called. Misdreavus, who was busy tugging the hair of a Haunter - much to its protests, but it seemed to be a bit of playfighting - released her grip and floated over to Elizabeth's side, the scarf fluttering behind her smoothly. The pair of them didn't give Mr Mime or Rudy a single glance, returning to the back of the group and waiting patiently for the tour to continue in silence.

Rather notably, Elizabeth didn't put Misdreavus back into a pokeball.