Heather laughed a little bit-- not unkindly. It probably wasn't surprising, her face looked like the kind that laughed a lot.

"I know what a Cubone is-- they do cry a lot, heh."

She'd owned one herself, briefly.

Poor little Alvaro had been borderline inconsolable without his trainer, and Heather, well... she wasn't the maternal type, and hadn't been able to do much outside of making sure he ate and slept. Passing him back over to Angela had been a relief.

"I meant, what's his name?"