There's also the musical ability she demonstrated with the piano, don't forget about that. Novakid learn fast; if they could just get past their short attention span, they'd easily be the most intelligent race in the... galaxy? Universe? One of the two.

Indigo nods.

"I found some big ol' scissors in the trash here, and they still work. Got my sword if they don't." Both cases would result in a somewhat rough hack job, with the sword the rougher of the two, but the thing seems fluffy enough that they'll get something usable even if they don't get a perfect cut. And even if they do screw it up... well, they can try again once the fur grows back.

She glances down at the Pokeball. "Maybe we oughtta find a chain or somethin' to tie 'im down with, in case he's still got some fight left in 'im."