All three of them listened in silence to Marshall's idea. The little Eevee was entirely oblivious, and simply enjoyed being able to relax and play since she had gotten here.<br/><br/>After he had went for a drink, Greg thought to the rest of them.<span style="font-style: italic">"As much as we want to get out of here, do you really expect the weak to be able to keep up? I mean, really, the guards would just wipe the floor with them!"</span>At this, Angie stood up from the food, hands tight at her sides and head down. Marshall could probably feel a great sadness flowing from her as she walked stiffly over to the forested area and clambered up a tree.<br/><br/>Bruce promptly punched Greg in the side, which, being a technical Fighting type move, sent the fat guy tumbling. "What the hell?!" He snapped, struggling to get up on account of his round body. The others looked on in surprise, wondering where that had came from. "Don't talk about people getting hurt trying to escape around Angie. You weren't here when she lost someone she cared for to the scientists." Greg took pause, seeming surprised, and glanced away after a second.<br/><br/>Back up in her tree, Angie curled up, covering her face with her tail, and let out a little sob. "Andrew.... why did you have to try to escape?"