Laughter errupted from Spectra's corner of the crowd as she clutched her little torchic so as not to drop him.  Even the little bird seemed to giggle, though not understanding why.  She whiped the tears of laughter from her eyes and straightened up, looking about for anyone else's reaction.  No one else seemed to be laughing, always a bad sign.<br/><br/>"This is why I love ghost pokemon." She mused quietly.  "They just don't care!" She stifled another laugh.  "Except for Ginger anyway, she seems to be the exception to the rule."  When she thought of Ginger's looming supervisory demeanor, she noted it was almost the opposite of what a ghost pokemon should be.  It made her wonder why the two got along so well.  She supposed Ginger was unique enough to peak her curiosity at first and thats what allowed them to become fast friends with lingering intregues on either side.<br/><br/>Never-the-less, she turned to Sam and to Gil, who was within earshot and stage-whispered for them to come closer.  "Well, we really have no choice now.  There are several reasons for taking the delinquents approach and  and moving through Mt. Moon, tonight."  She looked about to make sure no one of importance was listening.  "If we're covert and well-organized, it shouldn't be a problem. So what do you think?"