Expect the worst. Well, nothing really could be worse than that stupid penalty that the Boss had imposed on one of the idiots back in the Base. Zephyr shuddered at the memory; she did hate everyone else in that building, but that poor man had only wanted to see his Pokemon more-- a feeling she knew too well. Dinner was, for once, something she utterly refused to partake of-- it was essentially roasted Pachirisu with a side of fried Pidgeotto. No matter how much she had tried to block them out, the pitiful screams and cries of the poor Pokemon reached her up in her room as the eager grunts cooked them both. Alive. Never more had her hatred for those people grown so strong. That night she nearly blew up at the Boss, who stood in the shadows, watching, maybe even smirking, as the ravenous beasts tore greedily at-- Zephyr looked up, thrown off track by what sounded like a whimper. Then, to her embarrassment, realized that it had come from her.
The girl groaned inwardly and shook her head; it wasn't like she could explain herself. Anyway, the only other living creature that could bother her about it was Gale, whom she was sure had taken to staring at her in surprise along with the others. None of them would understand, either way. She'd literally seen some shit.
Clearing her throat rather loudly, with a hankering to just get out of there, to avoid the questioning gazes of the rest, she said, "The worst, eh? If that's all, then my team and I are good to go. Send us when all's ready."
Well then. Chaos looked at her trainer, surprised. But, nonetheless, Zephyr was right-- it was definitely time to get a move on, and she was raring to go.
Cerberus as well looked at Zephyr-- that was strange. He shook himself and stood by her side, steadfastly, agreeing to her words.