Hm, that's a tough one. [She studies her claws.] The Pokémon part's been kind of a mixed bag. Some of the stuff I can pull off in this form is pretty sick, and the battling's even kind of fun sometimes... But my whole body was a steep price to pay for it.

[Everything was a steep price to pay for it. None of it has been enough for her not to prefer the thought of just being done instead.]

As for the teamwork thing... [She glances around the too-small den at its cramped beds and the huddled-together forms of her guildmates, and snorts.] Yeah, can't say that being crammed into this dump with all you losers is the first thing that comes to mind when I think of fun... Way too chummy around here. And like I said, I'm not exactly popular. Definitely not the hardest worker either. No clue why anyone would even want me to join their little clubs in the first place...

[She thinks of Mightyena and Ribombee—how both of them had fought for the right to have her in their guilds. Like it was some kind of privilege. Like she was worth something. That was bizarre—but it made her feel kind of good, too. Almost the same way she'd felt when the Shinjuku Reapers first took her in.

She looks sidelong at A.B.A then, and some thought she experiences then changes her tone from flippant to almost solemn.]

... But I dunno. I guess having people to rely on doesn't sound so bad...