Etna peeked out from around the others to look at Brendan. Taking quick stock of his array of pokeballs and other accessories, she felt she needed to clarify a few things. "Well, I can assure you that I am NOT, in fact, one of however many collectible animals that exist solely for you to brutalize and stuff into a tiny, pitch black, ice cold ball to be used at a later date in barbaric cock-fighting tournaments. You keep your balls where I can see them, and don't try anything!" To be fair, Etna had already spent one week of her life trapped in a pokeball, and that was one week too many. Pokemon trainers had this bad habit of chucking master balls at anything they hadn't seen before, and then you were pretty much stuck. Last time, she'd had to beet the little fucker to death with his own shoes to get away.
Mileena shrugged. "I am entirely lost on what's happening here. But...thank you, Dark," she said, smiling a most distressing smile beneath her veil. "Your words were very kind. Um...wait a moment." She reached up and untied a pink ribbon that had been keeping some of her raven hair in check. She reached forward and tied it to the hilt of Dark's sword. "By royal custom, a princess may bestow a token to a champion in a tournament to show favor. I've...never had a champion...or anything, really. Um, this may leave you prone to getting attacked by color coordinated ninjas. I can't say for certain, but you know, keep your guard up."