All she would offer in response to Adrian's comment was a sort of snort, not even bothering to look at him at all. Yeah, she had a very strong spirit. It was how she had managed to remain uncaught...at least until now. Clearly her strong spirit was no match for man-made weapons and such, though. But she was determined to make it very clear to the Trainer that she had no intentions of being easy to control.<br/><br/>When he moved away from her and back to where he had been sitting, she takes the chance to glance about the area, looking at his camp and wondering where they were. Not to mention, she wanted to know how long she had been out for. The effects of the drugs he used were still lingering, however, and everything was still a little foggy. It was something she didn't like at all. At the thought, she reaches back to rub the spot where the dart had hit her, feeling on a slight ache there. Umbre felt sore all over and somewhat exhausted.<br/><br/>But she knew it was still raining, which gave her the incentive to begin trying to cleanse herself of the muddy mess covering most of her body. She huffs and starts with her face and ears, rubbing and trying to avoid her eyes. Although it was raining hard enough to help, it wasn't help enough, and she was starting to wonder if she would just have to sit there in the rain until most of it was gone. No... What she needed was a small stream, at least, so that she could bathe herself. That would do the trick. And it would make her feel so much better. She almost began to smile, until reality smacked her and she remembered that she was owned. A growl rises up and she frowns. Not to mention she didn't know exactly where they were, so she wasn't sure if there was a stream nearby.<br/><br/>With her patience thin, Umbre looks at Adrian as he spoke to her again, still frowning.<strong>“It's Umbre,”</strong>she says, stating her name clearly, though a bit harshly; staring at him intently as he went about doing what he needed. At his options, she growls at him and tenses. Neither option particularly appealed to her, because she was going to be restrained either way it went. Though she knew she was going to have to choose one... Else he would end up choosing for her, which she would rather not have. Considering she hated small, cramped, and enclosed spaces – such as inside a Pokeball – she would have to go with the leashing option. And she was fairly sure that she could figure out some way to get out of it.<br/><br/>Gritting her teeth a little before answering, and trying to choke back her pride just enough, Umbre stares at Adrian.<strong>“Fine. But if I could have a say... I would prefer the leash,”</strong>she says, never looking away from him. She figured that she didn't have to explain until he asked, if he ever did, so she left it at that.