Homura's double-ended tail sways now in a more relaxed state, but her gaze doesn't break off of Taka for a moment. The way she stands on Madoka's shoulder, alert and ready, hints to the true talent behind the girl's training. For whatever reason or another, her Pokemon were incredibly in-tune with her and with one another. Even the ones that seemed to conflict on the ground below were in some way valued teammates. Their synergy, loyalty, and emotional will were what caught the PWT's attention in the first place. It was an undeniably powerful connection, but one that Madoka would downplay so as not to bring her own talents to the front.

Madoka instead brings her hand to scratch at the back of her head nervously, grinning timidly at the slight complement. "I mean... I'm not terrible, but I wouldn't say I have any special talents! Especially not any that can compare to, well, anyone in this tournament! I guess that's why I'm a little nervous. This is sort of my first time being out among so many great trainers!"