Well...once or twice. If I was having to fake my own death she could help out with that.

Never because she was pissed off, but that doesn't mean she couldn't. Although I guess she'd be more likely to not share any of her choco-woah!

[As he'd started in through the door, pulling his flashlight out of his bag (even in the daytime, this place is pretty gloomy), he'd very nearly tripped over a Rattata. Which, luckily, decides to scurry back into the darkness rather than attach itself to his leg with its teeth. Balance regained, he shines the beam around.]

I haven't been in here in years.