[When it spits out the Pokeball in question, she takes it and regards it for a minute, holding it palm-up the way one might hold an apple, like she's seriously considering dusting the case for fingerprints or some other sign of who might be responsible for this.
Maybe she is; there's really no way of knowing.]
...
[And then she lets the ball fall from her fingers, only the slightest hint of an arc present to justify even calling it a "toss" in the first place, and takes a step back to wait as the traditional bright light flashes and—
no subject
Maybe she is; there's really no way of knowing.]
...
[And then she lets the ball fall from her fingers, only the slightest hint of an arc present to justify even calling it a "toss" in the first place, and takes a step back to wait as the traditional bright light flashes and—
OH GENTLY CARESS GIANT MASS OF FUR AND WHAT WAS THAT NOISE THAT JUST SOUNDED LIKE A DEEP GROWLY BASS HALF-HOWL BELLOWING "LAGUNAAAAAAAA"]