"Remember years back, when Slash was part of my moveset?" That pretty much painted a picture in and of itself. Even if his moveset had done some changing, he still had claws and used them even more naturally than he used his fists. "That was most of the mess, anyway." He announced it completely casually, apparently entirely oblivious to the possibility of having gone too far. Charizards tended not to have a concept of holding back as far as fighting went, and they'd butted heads with Red's Team enough for Char to know that, despite all his shit-talking about Marie's timidness, the guy wasn't a helpless little babby.

"He didn't do much more'n hiccup a little water at me, though. Most of the shit that got busted up in there happened after Vinnie showed." Honestly, he knew Marie had seen that bet he'd made with Sasha -- Char had expected that Marie would have put up a much bigger struggle for her sake, at least. Overestimating the kid, maybe? Hell if he knew.

Not a mystery he really gave enough of a shit about to speculate over, anyway. Not in the middle of the hallway next to a puddle of his own drool, anyway. (And his tail, limp and flat against the floor, was starting to melt a hole in the linoleum.) Still, the question was how smoothly he could handle relocating. The immediate danger might have passed, but that unpleasant jelly-legged feeling was still lingering -- nobody feels perfectly stable after hurling up everything they had in them. The restoratives had helped, but Char was very sure he wanted to appear as seamlessly recovered as possible. Green had explained what had happened that week that Bulba had been someone other than Bulba, after all; just one more reason why Char was not exactly thrilled Vinnie had sent Bulba his way.