There's a pause, some resistance is fighting back this time. Trying to act like a rational human being is hard under these stressful times, so even speaking about mental health is rather personal. "I don't trust myself around others currently. The sounds stimulate something within my brain; I get agitated and stir-crazy...That's why I came out here. To be alone so I wouldn't punch some idiot who wants to babble on about victories."

Natalie's shivering where she stands, but it is due to the cold or something personal? Either way, she's clearly trying to hide her fears and maintain what little sanity she has left. There's no spot that truly guarantees safety for her currently. Again, Natalie feels no empathy or understanding from Isidor, just direct commands for the 'greater good'. This woman gets under her skin so many different ways that it pisses Natalie off that she must conform to orders that go against her very nature.

"You would say such a thing to force my hand..." Her eyes glance upward at the cat Pokemon, who leaps to the the ground behind Natalie. Incineroar is back on two feet, standing next to his trainer protectively. Without saying a word, the two start walking back to the main area, each with a stern expression on their faces.

There's no need for words. Anger is the only thing pushing Pokemon and trainer forward, into a rather uncertain future.