Well she's still pouting. And doing a lot of pouting for that matter. She doesn't even get what's going on. And now Mr. Mime or whatever is down, which is just not cool at all.

She'd still like to help it though, so she's going over- her and her egg and her bag with an egg- and trying to lift Taller-Than-Her Mime up.

"I don't even know what 'mime' means," she mutters with a grumble. "Everyone was just doing a bunch of invisible things."

Well that feels like a bit of an unfair advantage now.