Modeste is just impressing her more and more with how responsive and clear she is in these conversations they're having. She smiles at the creature, trying her best to be the face of positive possibility despite some clear setbacks all three of them had to work with. Long as they had each other and backed the other one up in moments like these, nothing can stop their progress towards something that must be worth all of this.

"We can do it! I can hope wherever they are, they're fine…" And the proverbial lightbulb lights up over her head. "Unless Retrospec has them already and won't give them to you or someone else yet."

For… reasons. Retrospec Reasons. (Yes. She's actually had to make that up whenever trying to think about the motives of the company for what's happening. The best way to easily boil down the strangeness of the company's actions that didn't involve curse words. She's proud of that.)

"I mean! How on earth did Modeste get in there and get to you while still in the Poke Ball, unharmed?" The Poke Ball looks clean with no scuff marks or signs of damage on it that she can see. "There's no way they didn't know about her existence in there yet."