"Shark," she sighs, but her protest is weak. Rosco tried his best to protect her, and technically, he succeeded, but she doesn't have much optimism that he'll track down her stalker, let alone bring him to justice. The doubt shows in her eyes, and she's grateful when he drops the subject.

"No, no. Nothing like that." She casts her gaze to the side, not knowing how to best explain her suspicions. "The victims were trophy hunters of pokémon. When I walked into the room, it was full of these sweet dead creatures..." She shivers and wraps her arms around herself. "It felt very personal to me."