Paris continued to browse through the questionable forum on his laptop, while Emily listened to the purple woman's great, lengthy speech. The girl turned towards the Pichu, as she asked, "Uhh... so what are ya looking at there, uhh... little yellow thing?"
The Pichu gasped, as he immediately closed his laptop and squealed, "Eek! Uhh... uhh... no... no, thing!"
"You're freaking out quite a bit, which tells me that something odd's going on with you. Let me see what's on that computer thing," Emily sternly responded after she picked up on the incomprehensible, distressed speech.
"N- no! I... not... n- not... can!" Paris cried, before he quickly hid behind the woman in the trench coat! The electric mouse quaked, while he clutched onto his laptop with his tiny hands.
"Huh... there's something going on with my bag," Emily thought, before she opened the soft container. She noticed a red and white ball shaking, as Oliver came out of the sphere soon after.
"Ugh, that circle thing is kinda weird... I almost had my stomach hurting there for a second," Oliver blurted, while he turned towards the purple woman.
"That kinda reminds me... I kinda heard a bit about what you said, even though it was a bit hard to hear while in that weird thing. I think I know someone that could maybe help for that cure thing if he's willing to talk. Problem is, I have no idea where he could be at the moment, since well... he could of been attacked by those black and pink things already. He's not really the type of person to talk with other people, but he gets stuff done a bit quickly... sometimes too quickly if you ask me. I last saw him in Lumiose near Autumnal when someone offered me a job with that bad stuff earlier," The Oshawott stated, before he attempted to resist the urge to scratch on the bandaged areas of his body.