"Yeah, an earthquake," Imogen wasn't trying to be cute, that's what she could get from the ones she knew better. The more... skittish, were ones from tunnels she didn't frequent as much. She had to put her focus into keeping order before she tried too hard for answers. "Most of the ones I know are from closer to the surface, they don't... well, they don't have anymore specifics."

Imogen gently places her palm near a Grimer, clearly not appreciating such proximity to a pure poison, but is working on healing some non-obvious wounds, the sort of thing you miss when you look at a Pokemon that lacks a solid body, "Thanks, they need the calm right now. Before someone does something everyone regrets."