Myla was rather surprised by the fight between Weedle and the
trainer and covered her mouth with surprise. "Err, are you sure
you're alright?" Memphis, always the copycat, also slapped his
weird looking hands over his mouth. Despite her efforts, a small
giggle escaped. "You look like you've got yourself in a sticky
situation." The Mr. Mime also spoke, "Mime, Mime, Mr. Mime!" Myla
looked at him with a grin. "It would be amazing if I could know
what you said, so I could know what you said."
Memphis was indeed simply repeating what she had said, but he was a
smart Mr. Mime, the psychic type certainly helped. So, he found the
situation just as hilarious and was simply looking to Myla to see
how to react.
Myla lowered her hands, a grin twitching. "So, Jewel was it? Do you
have any other pokemon?"