Her own head was spinning now thanks to the sudden visions she had but did her best to march on, knowing it could be worse. Maybe it was a good thing she was getting this so often. It almost feels like she's getting used to this happening.

(Which is a frightening thought but let's focus on the current situation.)

Looking at the small ball again, she looks back at her friend and rubs her temple. Part confusion, part attempt to ease the pain. "Poke Ball? I never heard anything like that. Did you get another-"

Vision? Memory?