[When the lights dim, the ghost very slowly, cautiously creep a little closer, though most of the ones from before have vanished entirely, startled by the flames of the fire pokemon. There aren't quite as many spookies as there were before, and only one or two of the Litwick have remained, though they remain a good distance away still, wary of the two humans and the pokemon.

The Gastly, however, seems overjoyed with the attention and affection this human is showing him. Perona's even 'holding' the light as air pokemon in one hand, smile never leaving her face. In her other hand is the pokeball, which she inches closer to the pokemon.]

Please? Won't you come with me? I promise I'll take very good care of you! You can travel with me and my other little cuties and become very good friends! And then I'll get more cute little ghosts one day and you can play together! I have a little egg that will hatch soon, into a ghost like the ones here! You can be friends with it...doesn't that sound fu--hiiieee!

[Her head is yanked to one side suddenly, and Perona reflexively swings her arm out at the perpetrator - a Drifloon - who wrapped its stringy arms around some of her hair and pulled.]