Angie exhaled, glancing away from Marshall. She knew well enough that she had to buck up, but she had no desire to bring harm to anyone else. Not Marshall, not Bruce, not even Greg. She leaned over and fell to her side gently, curling up again to try and get comfortable. "I.... just don't know how I can help, Marshall. You know I'm not very tough or resilient. Not at all like you" Reaching up, she folded down some of the grass into a makeshift pillow and rested her head. Hopefully dreams would come easily to both of them.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, things wouldn't be going as well as either of them had hoped. The next thing Angie knew, she heard the sound of snarling and shouting. She was up like a shot, but was promptly knocked down by the thug's Houndoom. "Marshall!" she cried out, struggling under the dog's weight as she saw the men grab him forcefully. Clearly this wasn't the men taking him to be tested. No, this was the Gallade being taken to have something worse done to him. Brows furrowing, Angie slashed at the Houndoom, managing to Cut it and send it tumbling off her. Speedily she launched herself at the men tying his wrists together, but 5000 volts of pure electricity surged through her as one of the men had a prod for such instances. She shrieked and collapsed to the ground, struggling with the task of merely keeping her eyes open to watch as the men took him away.