Ginger, in her surprise at seeing another ghost pokemon, was indeed thrown for a loop.  She hadn't expected a battle and really didn't want to fight  one out of context, especially not with her own kind.  She found the idea a little vulgar, though she didn't wish to be pinned either.  However, at this point she was between a rock and a spectral place and had little option that didn't involve backing down.  With a series of quiet and apologetic cries, she attempted to plead her case.  More for the benifit of the other misdreavus than for the trainer commanding it.  Ginger hoped that would be sufficient and that the other ghost was reasonable and not just one of those pokemon whose unwavoring obedience was almost disgusting.  Those dog pokemon whose place was singularly at their master's side or at his feet.  Petra had trained her far better than that.<br/><br/>Petra, in question, was still at the entrance to the tunnel she was supposed to be guarding.  Her interest in the book had ebbed a little with the commotion she'd heard from the zubats, but then again, they were zubats and their only means of communication and socialization involved chaos.  Though the thought that Ginger had not yet returned to report her findings had bothered her a little.  Could she have gotten caught up in a fight with some territorial pokemon?  Rocks, bats, she only preyed that it wasn't a Clefairy, tough they didn't seem like the sort of pokemon to pick random fights, and neigher was Ginger, despite her ghostly nature.  It worried her, but she decided to give Ginger a few more minutes before taking any action.  She trusted the pokemon completely, enough to leave her to her own devices in a cave for over an hour that is.