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Luz held her hands up appeasingly. "Relax, fella. Y'ain't the only 'mon I'm talkin' to today about how things're gettin' on. Say, if yer so run ragged, is there any help y'could do with havin'? Any problems we can sort out fer ya?"

"We're tryin' to learn all we can about what Giovanni's up to, fella! And ain't you somethin' like the world's foremost technologist besides yer busy, busy boss? Who else are we gonna ask about all this stuff, seein' as we don't have technicians in the team as such? No offence, Lexx. Anyway...

"A big blast, huh? What're y'sayin', that if Giovanni exerts himself with a lotta psychic power, we'll get a fix on his position?" "Hang fire, did ya say we were replicatin' an' fakin' signals? Thought it was just our mysterious Maple impostor."

Luz nodded. "Sure. In tracin' the message, did ya find a way to prevent that kinda trick bein' pulled on us again?" She scratched her chin. Chip wasn't one for creature comforts, apparently. "Say, partner," she drawled, "you must've gotten yer paws—appendages?—on plenty of Giovanni's gear by...

"Well, partner, have you made any headway findin' any leads on that fake badge message, the one that screwed up things fer the team a while back? Somethin' 'bout a spoofed ID? I ain't altogether comfortable with this world's technology or anythin'. Must be the time of yer life, gettin' to work...

"Yeah, that's me," said Luz, grinning. "How ya doin', partner? Don't suppose you could spare a minute fer us? Just wanna ask ya some questions, see if y'can help us out." She raised a brow at the holding room, wondering whether the pokémon there were having a good time being studied by the...

"It ain't like I've done joint questionin' before or anythin', but I reckon I understand the principles well enough." Luz sauntered into the lab, some of her usual confidence bleeding back in now that there was a plan. Lexx wasn't exactly her idea of a sworn brother, but he'd surely make...

"Alright. Let's get to it." Luz turned to leave. "And Diyem? Thanks fer nothin'. I hope you chuck up another loose soul, you unhelpful blackguard." She smirked to herself and strode to the exit. "C'mon, y'all. We got a spy to root out."

Luz nodded, and straightened up. "Alright. I reckon I'd want to get Zeraora-shade Lexx to help me quiz Chip, an' I'd gladly have you along with me fer the others, Owen. Are you, uh . . . close, with Truffle? Fella told me his goddamn true name. I really don't... I really don't wanna believe...

Luz blew out a long breath, or an approximation of one. "Believe it or not, I've been takin' a lotta notes and listenin' in on the chatter. Communin' with Brisa about it, too, afore her . . . absence. It don't come easy to me, this investigatin' stuff, but Brisa asked me to take it seriously...

Brisa took a breath far deeper than her smaller body would have allowed, and sighed with exhausted relief. Everyone made it safely back, and while everything wasn't perfect, there were things to be done, people to check on—it didn't have to be now, and she didn't have to do it alone. "It's a...

"I sure hope so," said Luz, quietly. She let the thought sit for a moment. "Thanks, partner, I appreciate the advice. I'll think on that a spell. While I've got your attention, though, I've been meanin' to ask if you've found any leads on this spyin' business. My gal's itchin' to get stuck...

"I guess." Luz fidgeted with one paw, cracking imaginary knuckles over and over. "Not t'say I ain't worried about how I'll handle the splittin' up of Team Spectrum once this is all over, and . . . losin' Brisa, but it ain't just that. Hmm... Say, S'more. Haven't you kinda 'seen it all' by now...

She wouldn't let go again. She'd stay right there. With Starr. What? Brisa is evolving!

S'more didn't seem concerned by the matter. Perhaps his relationships with those mentioned were good, or he just had other concerns? Luz laughed a little sheepishly. "Well, yer a hero from ancient times. You've surely lived through a lotta strife. I just find myself wonderin' lately... Well...

Luz scratched her chin in thought. "So, you must have quite the storied history, huh. You said y'helped build the world, but also that yer an Ascended fella? That a responsibility you took on after defeatin' whatever yer omen was?" She peered at the small pokémon, probably one of the most...

Luz nodded. "Yeah, I gotta say, that all tracks! Don't worry, it won't bother me none." Luz hadn't heard all that much about S'more, save for that he was well-respected, a serious, straightlaced fellow by all accounts. "Say, partner. Yer the chief of the guild, right? How'd that come about...

Luz shrugged and waved a paw at Diyem. "I can think up plenty of dreadful things I could call ya honestly, but I don't really care that you're rude or anythin'. Only thing that might work is tellin' ya I find you dead borin'! Guess I'll just have to ignore ya." She glanced at Owen, and looked...

Luz shook S'more's hand firmly. "Zeraora-shade Luz, atcher service." She smiled at Owen, but the feeling behind it wasn't one she could identify. "I reckon she's okay. She sounds okay when she sends. Thought I'd make myself useful while she finishes up whatever it is she's tendin' to. Howdy...

Luz didn't quite so much saunter into Diyem's infirmary room as slink in. Her unexpected bout of nerves regarding the 'ressurection' of her missing teammates would hopefully be assuaged by checking on Owen's examination. At least, that was her intent. "Uh, howdy," she said, paws swinging...