"What? Hey! Who said anything about you guys deciding whether I'm going or not. Besides..."
*Picks up a slingshot, and puts a paw in the brown bag.
"Despite your impressive Psychic, you can't stop the cutting power my rocks have."
*Both stands, prepared for battle. Marrisa suddenly sits back down, dropping the slingshot.
"But I'm not sure if I want to waste my weapons on a foe I don't need to face..."
*Begins muttering intelligible self-debate