The response given got a quirk of her mouth in response. Beelzemon was, in the end, Beelzemon. Even with the characteristic reply, Renamon heard the undercurrent through it. She would see to it that she received answers in some way. After everything else, memories were too fragile to simply be brushed away.

An empty night offered some room for ideas though. "Mind if I join you then?" The Digimon offered. "I was going to search upstairs, or the basement, or outside--if you have a preference?"