It might not have purely been for her, but Tibia knows a taunt when she sees one. She glares daggers at the puppetmaster controlling the slimes-- not exactly as powerful as a Leer attack, but it's as fearsome as a baby Cubone can make it-- before twirling expertly on one foot, lashing her tail out to deal a hefty blow to a slime that has taken the opportunity to creep up on her.

She turns toward Guzma, cocking her head quizzically at the man's instructions to his Pokemon. She might not know what Guzma's talking about, but Wade does, and his worry over Tibia's well-being is momentarily drowned out by a growing excitement. If she could pull this off...

Wade cups his hands around his mouth and shouts to his baby Cubone. "Fastball Special, Tibs!"

It's like a light going on in her head. Tibia's confused expression snaps into something hard and determined. She turns to Goli and offers him a nod, raising her arms in very much the same way a child would to indicate they wanted to be picked up. Ready when you are, bug friend.