[ Red holds his tongue on saying the standard 'I don't know' to that, thinking out his answer first. ]

No, I think we're really getting better, but... [ he only thought for a few seconds ok.

But he does fall into a brief silence, finding his hands and grabbing at the wrist of one with a hand over his crossed-legs. There's a part of him that does know what to say, but breaching on that subject, to bring it up - Red doesn't know if he should.

But ignoring what's with them and could come up at any time - is that really such a good idea...? ]

...After Zompania, I know being here really means we need to be the best we can. If we don't, we could die easy. [ For his own comfort, Red's glad to keep his eyes on the sand. ] And I think... lots of people here have been trainers for years, and everyone's so good, but..

[ He's wringing his hands, how to get to his point getting lost as he speaks. Did he already get to it? ]

I think we could learn some things if we tried battling with everyone, but I... I don't want to find out how we match up. I know we don't.

[ His hands pause, holding still and tight. ]

I just... I really like battling. But...

[ He doesn't want to find out how lucky they were to even survive Zompania. Lucky right then to be alive. ]

...I get worried thinking about going up against another trainer.