The shining figure turned with surprise and actually<span style="font-style: italic">started talking</span>. The normal Misdreavus raised her eyebrows for a moment as she disengaged and twirled to a stop just inches behind the newcomer, trapping her between herself and Maggie. There was a hot flash of psywave, but there was no force to it; It was a warning, not an attack. Dream silently assessed the other Misdreavus with a scowl. It was all wrapped up in blonde streaked with gold, like a gaudy dye job gone wrong. What a floozy. Did... did she just<span style="font-style: italic">sparkle</span>? Oh<span style="font-style: italic">hell</span>no! Still, responding to violence with diplomacy was, well, it was stupid. But more importantly, it was not something a malevolent spirit would do. This was the sign of a civilized, trained Pokemon, probably owned by a Pokemon Coordinator.<br/><br/>"That's not the ghost we want," Maggie agreed, as though she were psychic. "Sorry for being rough. You're lucky though, Goldilocks! I could have been, like, a Rocket Grunt or something, and you could've really gotten hurt bad! I mean, if your trainer needs help or something, you should have gone outside, and if you're a watchdog, you should stay out of sight and report back. That's what I think. Um,<span style="font-style: italic">does</span>your trainer need help?" From behind Ginger, Dream shook her head stiffly. She didn't seem very talkative, but she<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>been listening. "Oh, well that's good at least! Um, but actually, that's kind of bad for me. I don't think I'm supposed to be here! ...Oh! I think we might be disturbing the Clefairy here, a little bit, so could you come just a little ways back here so we could leave them alone? Dream, calm down, she gets the picture."<br/><br/>Dream, who had been crackling menacingly with psychic waves, indeed toned down the light show. She was still rather insistent about getting Ginger back out into the corridor Maggie had entered from, pausing only for Maggie to kneel before two nutrient bars on the moonstone floor for a few seconds of prayer. One to make up for intruding, one to make up for all the ruckus she'd caused in a holy place. At some point during her endless babble, she had put her<span style="font-style: italic">gohei</span>back in her pack, for it had leapt into her hands for the fight. It was a dangerous tool for ghosts: in theory, a spirit could be trapped within the wand, then either cleansed of evil or sent "home" when the wand was purified.<br/><br/>"Um, Goldilocks," Maggie continued genially without taking a breath, reactivating her flashlight as the starlight dimmed behind them, "Have you seen any ghosts here? Other than Dream here, I mean? I sensed a wicked spirit around somewhere, and if I don't exorcise it, who knows what it'll do to the poor Clefairy! But I can't find it in these stupid caves. Actually, I'm, like, super lost right now. Hmm... Um, no offense, but I don't think you're wild, and I don't think you're a professional authority-type watchdog, and I definitely don't think you were sent by an evil organization to clear out the caves or something silly like that. So your trainer's probably a do-gooder, I think. If they're in the caves here, then they're trespassing too, right? Though, they could be deputized, lots of places do that with trainers, then they'd actually be authority-type people. Or, hmm, maybe you've run away?" Another negative from Dream. "Oh, I don't mean do-gooders are bad. Wow, I did sound kind of evil when I phrased it like that! I like people who do good things, because it's, um... good." It occured to Maggie that keeping an innocent hostage was probably also a pretty evil thing to do, even if freeing her might be inconvenient. "Um, what am I doing? Dream, hold." Without hesitation, Dream passed beside Ginger with a disapproving glare, before snorting and looking away. She stopped just in front of Maggie, pointedly not looking at the golden ghost she had just released.<br/><br/>"I guess I am kinda the bad guy here, huh? Sorry about that. Looks like you caught me, Goldilocks! So let's get back to your trainer, or whatever." Since she had been seen, there was no getting out of it one way or another, so Maggie may as well take advantage of the situation to get to the better traveled parts of the cave. This Pokemon's behavior wasn't consistent with a watchdog anyway. She seemed more like bait for a trap. And if that was the case, the best thing to do was to spring the trap. Better Maggie than one of the toddlers around here, and it was her only possible lead on the ghost. The channeler shivered for a moment, suddenly afraid, an unusual blend of desperation and resignation that didn't seem to have any immediate cause. Dream unobtrusively fell into the shadows behind Maggie, and then the fear passed. "But, um, remember that I can't fly or go through walls and stuff!"