If Reira were the type, she'd blow a raspberry at this man right now from around Cure Beat. Instead however as she looks around she frowns. Reira doesn't have a pokemon. Reira has an egg. Everyone else has a pokemon, and they're doing things, but that's not doing her much good either. So Reira thinks to herself, 'What would Niisama do?'

...Well, frankly her brother would probably either talk his way out, bluff his way out, or just not be here.

...

What would Kurosaki-niisan do?

There are no more words. Or thoughts, actually. Reira just scoots around Cure Beat as fast as her teeny tiny legs can take her and balls her equally teeny tiny hands into fists.

And slams one squarely at the man across from her, entirely unaware that she's hit possibly the most vital spot in her reach.

"Hmph!"

Take That, Mister Liar.