While he might have been talking to Nel again, his eyes were locked on the bug on her head.

"Some pokemon do just hate losing." He tapped his foot. Which was itching to stomp.

While this unusual exchange was taking place, Angela was in her usual position, coiled into a pile, keeping the four wrestling and squealing Poliwags in line, eyes at half-mast. Medial, non-violent tasks like these weren't so bad when she was put in charge, after all.