Her stress levels rose steadily until the pretty woman who owned the Sylveon spoke up, smiling a gorgeous, apologetic smile to her. She mentioned something about yelling, but Emilia didn't really see how she could yell any louder than this din going on around them--
But she was wrong! Man, that girl had some pipes! The sophisticate's ears were ringing after the girl shouted her apology to the ship at large. Wait, did she just call me her friend? Emilia perked up at this, not sure why the idea made her feel strangely giddy. Wait, wait. Oolong just attacked, her, she DEFINITELY doesn't mean that...
Speaking of Oolong, where did that impish Pokemon get off to? Seemingly pleased with the amount of chaos it had caused, Oolong had started floating off to the side of the ship, giggling maniacally to itself. "Oh, no you don't! Get back here!" Emilia jumped towards her Pokemon, managing to grab the teapot by the handle. Oolong let out one more surprised squeak, which sounded identical to a teakettle reaching boiling point, which was then cut off sharply as she returned the Polteageist to its Pokeball.
Biscuit, who had long since jumped back to the ground and stayed to the edge of the fray, was shaking her head wearily. "Fuuuuur." The fluffy Pokemon trotted back to Emilia's side, seemingly irritated but relieved that Oolong had been forced away for the moment.
"U-uuuuhhh," Emilia started, now self conscious of how many people were around. Besides her and the pretty stranger, it seemed a young girl had joined them as well, as well as the two men. "Yes. Eccentric is a nice way of describing my Polteageist. Some other descriptors could include 'unruly', or perhaps 'an absolute tyrant stuffed into a teapot'." She stared out at the sea, hoping none of the other ship passengers caught that her face had grown quite red. "I do apologize."
Now, just what would her parents say? She grew irritated just imagining the chewing out they would have given her if they were here. Perhaps carrying some of that shame, she felt the urge to smooth things over. "A-as apology, I suppose I shall extend an invitation to dinner. Although there is no amount of money that can alleviate the undue stress brought upon you all, perhaps you might all wish to join me in the dinner hall tonight. My treat." She paused. "I won't bring my Polteageist, I swear."
There! Now they would all be charmed by her, rather than look down upon her. I am responsible, after all! Take that, mom and dad!