Nathara seemed to barely even acknowledge the woman's words. For a moment it was as if they had fallen on deaf ears, but within a few seconds she managed a slow and subtle reply. "I wish the world was a happier place." Her conclusion drawing a rather somber tone as she turned her head slightly to look the woman up and down. She had not realized she had been so close to another individual but the woman's tone seemed cheery, making her debate adjusting her approach as to not ruin her mood. Sliding up into a sitting position Nathara slid a hand through the dark mess on her head before returning her gaze to the night sky, she continued admiring the abstract lines the shooting stars painted against the dark horizon. For once she could feel hope in her chest, not a plan of action, not a theory on legendary and mythical pokemon but just hope, that for once maybe the future could be a bit brighter. Her facial expression didn't change much, she still seemed as concerned as ever, thanks in most part to her resting bitch face, but she did feel...different.

"Why would you become a pokemon? And what pokemon would you be?"

Nathara raised a brow, she was a little taken aback by the girl's attitude for a moment, turning her head to look at her while she continued explaining how she felt. Her descriptions of the different types didn't change the blank look on Nathara's face however it did make her think the woman to be quite simple. But there was nothing bad about that. Her descriptions made her feel reminiscent of a childhood she never had and for a moment a smile cracked her stern features, she seemed like such a beautiful soul.

Nathara let herself relax, the girl kicking the water with a naked foot as the researcher laid back and continue to view the stars, eyes full of wonder as she considered the pokemon that might exist out there. "I get what you mean." She reached a hand out in front of her and grasped at nothing for a moment, "Imagine flying around in the night sky." Her thoughts went straight to her Mismagius, the beautiful ghost pokemon that has protected her since her youth. Her oldest and dearest friend.

She sat back up, seeming to come back to earth as she looked back to the younger woman with a soft smile, "What about Ghost types and dark types? those are my favorite." she returned, hugging her knees and enjoying the moments as they came.

She didn't laugh but she did exhale through her nostrils, indicating a slight whimsy in her otherwise hardened exterior. "A Noivern may disagree." she noted, while not entirely truthful to the ability to 'see' it did use it's othersenses as a form of sight. Maybe not to the extent of a Whismur whom have very little vision but definitely more so than more common pokemon. "Maybe not seeing 'everything' is a worthwhile trade for freedom." Now she was the one being carried away by fantasy.

"That must be nice. I was born here." She added, pointing with her thumb behind her with a rather bland expression, looking past the strangely dressed woman and paying attention instead to the lake. "i grew up in a house just a little that way." She said it very regularly, but part of her envied the woman a bit, how would she get her hands on a pokemon that could fly her around? Maybe if she could evolve her Deino she could ride around on it but the dragon pokemon didn't seem the most ideal as a riding companion. Maybe it's dark persona matched her aesthetic though.

"We don't want to believe we die forever. We always want to believe after death there's something else. Something More. It's both poetic, and scientifically impossible to throw aside. There's only one way to find out." She added, her rather gothic tone escalating a fair bit more than she had wanted, especially considering how warm the conversation was prior to. She was even beginning to open up a little but logic and reason were her home, not sentimental value. Looking at the woman's Deino while she asked her question, she moved a hand to her belt and tossed a pokeball into the air, another Deino appearing next to dino girl's with a soft cry, happy to be out in the cool night air.

"I guess you can say they're my favorite." She added, grabbing three more pokeballs and revealing a few more members of her team. A Bisharp, her Mismagius and her Absol. The pokemon looking at her for a moment before facing down the intimidating pokemon she kept by her side despite her meager appearance. Bisharp stood tall like a soldier, watching Deino try to interact with the other in small a wrestling match, Absol stood behind Nathara and laid down on her lap with Brute, her Quilava. Mismagius was always the curious type, floating around the woman with wide eyes as she watched her and observed her before looking to inspecting the large lizard she kept as a pet next.

"Do all your pokemon have names like Meatloaf and Chomper?"