Marshall thinks for a moment.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"To be honest... Guys as cruel as these would likely have tried to make an example of any would-be escapee they caught. The fact that none of them have ever been seen might mean they simply got away, but were unable or otherwise prevented from sending help to the rest. At any rate, no system is flawless, everything has a weakness that can be punishingly exploited."</span><br/>He looks at her again, disguising his next, whispered message with a hug.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"And besides... If I can keep my psychic affinity hidden, I may be able to refine it further. I were a psychic before, see. I just have to adjust. Give it a few days."</span><br/>Releasing Angie from the hug, he smiles at her gently, before walking over to the bulbasaur with a bit of food. He then finds a quiet corner and sits down to meditate - or at least, that's what it looks like he's doing.