[Lusamine despises the way Akira and Emporio look at her—studying, cautious, as if she's a ticking time bomb. It makes her flesh crawl and keeps her hackles raised. Surely she can't be the one reacting strangely! They are the strange ones, aren't they? Strangers, taking her here, acting as if nothing's wrong...

Still, to her credit, she listens to Emporio's words, straining to understand them.]

Yes... Yes, of course I remember you... Sweet Emporio. But... the woods? Why would I...? [She's still confused and disoriented, as if out of time, but simple, direct sentences seem to slowly but surely calm her. There is a mysterious creature they're looking for, Emporio says, and she wanted to help them. Yes, she thinks; that does sound like something she'd do, doesn't it?] Oh... That's—that's right... I wanted...

[To protect them. After all, they are such small, young-sounding Pokémon—helpless without her.

It's harder for her to detangle Akira and Guilmon's words, but Guilmon's confusion at least takes some attention away from her own, and she manages to grasp the meaning of carry on.]

Yes... We must continue on. We cannot allow that creature to continue running amok.

[Yes—that sounds like something Madam President Lusamine would naturally say, doesn't it?]