"So, let me get this straight," Mewtwo put his soda down on the table, "my twin escaped? And he's all uptight about it? Because they used steroids on him? Big deal! I have a magnet bolted to my skull! You don't see me getting all angsty over it!"
"Settle down, you can hash that out with him when you meet him," Trak patted his shoulder. "You want to go back into your ball and get some sleep? You're getting antsy, I think you're tired."
"Actually, yeah, let's do that."
Trak nodded, pulled put the Master ball, and recalled Mewtwo. Putting it back in her bag, she sat back in her seat, her other arm around Runaway, who had settled down for a quick nap. "Sorry about that, he can get a bit excited..."