The Eevee girl laid down, her tail wrapping around her legs comfortably. "Yeah, but it seems to vary. Usually it's whatever Pokemon the scientists want to test on. Like, poor Will, he was turned into a Chansey. He hasn't spoken to any of us, and keeps holding that egg-like rock of his." She glanced over at a corner, seeing the pinkish man with four odd bulbs of flesh on his bald head rocking back and forth, the stone in his tight grasp.<br/><br/>Her ears tilted downwards, "I just wish... I knew what happened to Crystal, and the other Pokemon. I don't know if they died or not! None of us do..." She shook her head, resting the rest of her body onto the comfortable grass. Thankfully the room was as warm as a spring day, so there was no fear of freezing during the night. That was one of the only perks of being here.