...that's what I'm confused about, too.

[To put it mildly.]

Judging by the information I've gathered, this...really isn't the sort of place I want to work. I mean, I'll do it if I have to-

[-maybe-]

-but I don't think I'd make a very good thief.

[Looking over at poor stupid Bin Grunt, Emmy frowns, shifting her gaze down to her hands.]

Maybe it's...because I know how to fight? But it's not like I could take on a properly trained Pokemon...

[...there's another, niggling reason for why they would have recruited her, but she pushes it away. That can't be it, surely!]

What about yourself...?

[It hits her at that moment that she's having a happy discussion with what could be a horribly evil maniac, since...you know, Team Rocket wanted him.

...she needs to get out of here ASAP.]