The greeter girl chuckled and replied, "Thanks, I use all natural material." Maggie stopped for a moment, then she chuckled too. In hindsight, the 'nice place' line had been a dumb way to make a first impression. Actually, it had been dumb in foresight, too. The other girl continued, "You really did irritate Ginger, oh- my Misdreavus that found you just now." Maggie winced at that. Clearly, she owed Ginger a poffin. Spectra went on to genially introduce her Pokemon and herself, and Maggie politely smiled in return and shook the girl's hand. Here she was, an illegal criminal trespasser who might be dangerous, just fished up and reeled in to the base camp of the people in charge, and all that was happening was a civil conversation. The Bad Cop was sure to show up any second now. Even so, this was a good time to clear the air; she really had been awfully cruel to Ginger.<br/><br/>"Oh, um, really sorry about that!" Maggie said with a light bow. "I didn't see Ginger coming, and she really surprised me, and I thought she was someone else, and I nearly hit her! And Dream, um, my Misdreavus, can be a total stuck-up jerk sometimes. Love her, but they didn't get along at all. Um, they didn't try to kill each other or anything, at least, just... lots of glaring."<br/><br/>(With great restraint, Dream did not compromise her position to snap at Maggie. But she really, really wanted to.)<br/><br/>"Anyway, um... I<span style="font-style: italic">am</span>sorry. I hope I can make it up to her somehow. Oh, I'm Maggie, by the way." She should probably have started with that, actually, rather than leaving it until after her second bow. Well, Spectra had left it for last too. Spectra... That nickname sounded ghost-inspired, and Spectra trained a ghost too. If anyone would be sympathetic to the channeler's mission, it would probably be her, so now was the best time to give a bit more information and hopefully keep herself out of jail. Play up the dangerous ghost, play down the trespassing. ...Um, actually, Maggie had<span style="font-style: italic">already</span>revealed she was expecting to see someone other than Ginger, and that she expected that encounter to be hostile. How had she let<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>slip?<br/><br/>"I'm a channeler," Maggie began, tactfully leaving off the 'in training' part of her title. "Um, well right now, I'm more of a ghost hunter. Have you seen one? ...Um, I mean, not Ginger. And you haven't seen Dream, but not her either..."<br/><br/>It was at this point when a firechicken popped from a nearby pack pack and decided to be the center of attention, pecking at Spectra's feet until she noticed it. Maggie couldn't help but smile at her patient indulgence with the creature. It complained a bit, irritated at the treatment, or perhaps at Maggie's presence. But Spectra kept it under control, and it wasn't really fighting. If nothing else, she loved her Pokemon and they loved her; She was not a bad person. That put Maggie a bit more at ease.<br/><br/>"What I mean is," she started again, "I felt a ghost that was a bit more mischievous than that, and I didn't want to let it mess with the Clefairy, but I can't find it. And who's this little guy?"