At the mention of the Houndoom, her ears perked and she nearly choked on the water as she drank. "T-they sent one of their Pokemon against you??" she asked, flabberghasted. "It could have KILLED you!" Such a prospect was unheard of here. Well, at least because most of the other Pokemorphs weren't as developed or as healthy as Marshall was. Perhaps that was the plan, to have them fight. But, why? What was the purpose of forcing them to train to fight like actual Pokemon would? It just didn't make sense to her.<br/><br/>She looked down at the leaf resting in her hands, trying to concentrate.<span style="font-style: italic">"What DID I smell before?....Chemicals..."</span>When she was lead to the room, she recalled the sickening scent of ammonia, among with other kinds of liquids easily associated with a lab of some kind. Was that of any use in tracking where everything was in this massive compound? She continued to think, remembering long, blank hallways with many doors on each end. That was all that she could recall that was of importance.