A glare from the multicolored, and multi-limbed eyes shot to the white haired boy for a moment.
"It would behoove you to listen, meatures," Dracmon remarked.
Nadica squeezed her eyes closed, her head falling into her hands for only a second. Pabumon began to slip, but the girl's elbows began to squeeze, and gripped the soapy Digimon, not letting the young one fall. A moment later, she looked up, giving a determined glare to the floating figure, with her hair all in her face. Still, she was sweating lightly, feeling alone against the gaze of Dracmon's four eyes.
"Okay..." Nadica began, attempting to steady her voice, "You obviously want to say something, or you would have already left."