She would.

Queen Zing stretched the wing Shalin was sitting on, a cue for the Ranger to hold on tight. Gasps came from the crowd as the translucent appendage flapped at the speed of a small bird, her green hair rippling. Several gasps came from the Rangers watching their new Captain in her suit, its green glow and that of her Flygon growing brighter as the wings sped up.

The giant wasp's wings began to roar, Queen Zing taking to the air and tilting her body to compensate for the uneven load. The rider disappeared into a streak of green light, a distorted scream of pure thrill coming from her mouth as Rustboro Park turned into a swirl of color in her eyes. Nearly half the onlookers' jaws dropped in awe at the physics-defying feat. Nearly half turned away, thinking Shalin could go flying off the rapidly-vibrating wing at any moment.

When the vibration stopped, a woozy-looking Shalin catching her breath after being shaken about too fast to see, it would have been clear to Dorian and any onlookers that refused to avert their gazes that she indeed was wearing a Sygna Suit. It wasn't a Beedrill one, though. It was of her Flygon, Sandy. Flygon and Beedrill had similar enough abilities that perhaps it would explain to him why she could do what she did.

Those who had the courage to stay, despite the wicked vibrations pounding the air, applauded Shalin for her display. Though she looked dizzy even after a minute or two, there was also a look of overwhelming joy on her face. What would leave anyone else feeling sick and ready to hurl, she seemed to love. Even so, she seemed to be taking her time stepping down from her perch on the green wasp's wing.

Shalin was too delirious to hear Dorian's first cheer; by the time she was able to slide off the Beedrill's wing and did so, his Volcarona was already fluttering around them. She steadily walked toward her Venusaur, who extended both of her giant, thick vines. "Thanks! It's what a Sygna Suit can do when synced to a Flygon!" Shalin explained right before Queen Zing buzzed her wings loudly, as if goading the Volcarona to see if it could churn its own six wings just as fast.

Saria's throat rumbled as the noise from the two giant bugs calmed down. "And that's only the first half of the show!" she advertised as one of the vines snaked toward her, the girl sitting on the thick pod at the very end of it. It was the part that Venusaur used to smack their foes with: one of their Power Whips.