Once again, she was strapped down to a cold table, facing the ceiling. She could already hear multiple scientists writing things down on their notebooks as they examined her. The tests were bad enough, not to mention often embarrassing, but the way they poked and prodded her body was downright horrible. One of them felt the less furry areas of her body, making her shudder. They calmly wrote down her reaction and the progress she had made, whatever that might be.<br/><br/>Next came the more vicious tests. One of the scientists picked up a syringe from a nearby table, filled with a dark purple liquid. Angie swallowed, praying that wasn't what she thought it was. They jabbed it into her, making her cry out from pain. The poison flowed through her, and things got blurry. "There: Now to see if she can contend with poison like any other Pokemon can..."<br/><br/>As everything went dark, Angie felt herself being hauled back to the habitat and tossed in.