Grace was currently sitting on the floor. Her face was troubled and a weird look was in her eyes. "If....If there are such things as prisoners.... and this is dead serious.... I'm not sure if I'll be with you guys much longer." She murmured. Her mind continued to race and the look seemingly worsened.
Flash and Cinder, who were currently in Grace's room, dashed out and into the open door of Tara's room. Their eyes were wide, picking up on their trainer's feelings. Cinder curled up on a wonderstruck Grace and tried to warm up the cold Trainer. Flash put his two front paws on her shoulder and gave a small whine. Grace remained in her spaced out state, not even acknowledging the fact that her pokemon were there.
"I'm not strong, I wont be able to fight anyone. There is nothing to it, I'm just weak. I was made for humor, to be laughed at in good fun as I try to settle my spark filled hair- or pat down a burning shirt. So, I'm so very sorry, but I may have to leave if these are the conditions for being here." She finally said louder, just now realizing that her pokemon were with her, and her hair was gradually turning a color similar to Teal's.
((Pokelover, you still up for that?))