[For Lightning's part, she's leaning against the half-open door she just came through, yellow sigil on her hand glowing softly and a pokéball clutched to her heart like a lifeline...which it probably is. When she spots him, however, she lowers her hands and offers him a look.]
Bad day?
[It's meant to be sarcastic--this has been a bad month, really--but it comes out more sympathetic than anything else. She's tired. They're all tired. Sarcasm's not going to help.]
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Bad day?
[It's meant to be sarcastic--this has been a bad month, really--but it comes out more sympathetic than anything else. She's tired. They're all tired. Sarcasm's not going to help.]