Long enough to have trouble recalling just what Johto was like, anyway. That had never been an issue with her, though; she'd needed to get away, and she'd been given a place to get away to. She'd taken it. And, now, as she sat in the grass, her pokemon playing, eating, and lounging nearby, she couldn't help but feel a sense of calm, as close to peace as she could get with the albeit hectic household, after all. They're details she doesn't much care about, but she doesn't want to think on too much now.
Just as her eyes drift shut, though, she's scooped up by a pair of sizable, and blue clawed arms. Blue? Kasai is green, she muses in her dozing state before the mild alarm sets in. The pokemon in question had literally run off, just to drop her on the ground a few minutes away. Why had her pokemon not stopped it?!
That's when it occurred to her just what had grabbed her. A... Feraligatr? She knew pretty much only one person who would have one. That's when she noted the eyes on the back of her form, and slowly turned to see just who had been staring.