Drew puts the pokeball away. "Ok, ok. Bad idea. You're not the battling type. I can see that now."He goes back to petting her. "I guess we need to get ahold of the rangers then and see if we can get her adopted. With all this craziness," He gestures to what appears to be the universe in general. "She's not going to be safe if she comes with us." He thinks for a moment. "I could call my sister. She'd love to have her own pokemon. And she'd be perfectly safe and happy out in the country."