What, middle school didn't give 'em enough extracurriculars to worry about?

Whatever. Good for you! If you can manage to figure out why I'm like this— [Mimikyu-formed, she means, judging by the next images that appear in his mind: the front of her disguise rag viewed in a mirror, then her long, ghostly claws.] —I'll give you some major detective points to start you off.

[There doesn't seem to be much emotion behind those thoughts, however. Does she even really care that much?]