The concussion had perhaps been enough to cause her to forget. Or, maybe Lulu simply had a selective memory. However unfair her feelings about Senon might have been, any memory of a steak had been pushed down into an abyss of generalized malcontent, which had long since eaten away at any positivity.

Perhaps if she was successful in contacting the aliens, they could help her locate her sanity and sense of reason. Who knows?

For now, Senon was spared her glare perhaps only for having his shirt off. Good strategy, Mr. Game.

The SWAGGER was enough to CONFUSE the already badly POISONED bird. Its assault faltered, and it began flapping erratically, flying upwards before nose-diving straight into the sand—hopelessly stuck.

Lulu sighed and raised a ball to return it, but before she even could, they’d see the movement of its small, taloned legs suddenly slump, motionless. It had FAINTED—either by swallowing too much of the ground, or succumbing to its poison. It would be unsure.

Regardless, the battle was over.

She looked at Senon, not seeming all that torn up about the loss. It hadn’t exactly been her strongest pokemon, after all.

“Well. Proved me wrong, didn’t you?”

For a moment, she considered asking him for a drink. Then, remembered he was engaged—and it made her want to ask him even more, but in the end, for whatever reason, she decided to part ways.

For now.

“Good luck, ranger.”

She flashed a grin, and then turned to leave.