HospiTown is quite small, so Minervamon's walked around it at least once by morning. She's just fresh from the hospital, healing up, and it's like she can stretch herself out again without feeling cracked and broken. Blue braids just about smack her in the face as she turns to the direction of the voice, and she spies the stout Tamer and his partners.

The braids sweep back and Minervamon tilts her head slightly. "You're talking to me, right? I'd be honored to."

She approaches.