That's a relief, that she hadn't gotten hurt. Minervamon brushes a strand of hair from her face and edges against the building.

"Have you heard of the Olympus XII? You might know Venusmon, another of our members? Well, before, we watched over the Digital World, keeping order. Myself, Jupitermon, Venusmon, others. But... there was a disagreement... A very big one. Jupitermon's lost his way, and I'm trying to stop him."

It's a simple explanation for the question.