As the elevator finally opened, EBEmon stepped through, with Alison following somewhat cautiously after. Alison soon saw eight other teenagers, all with a Digimon partner, and she felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach.

"Oh, wow!" Alison exclaimed, looking at the group. "You were... you were telling the truth!"

EBEmon looked at her. If he had had eyebrows, he probably would have raised one. "You doubted me?" he said.

"Well, you got to admit, you [i]are[/i] kind of shifty-looking," Alison said.

"That's kind of rude," Phascomon muttered into her tamer's ear.

"Err..." Alison gave EBEmon a nervous grin. "Erm, well, no offense."

EBEmon shook his head slightly. "None taken, I suppose," he muttered, taking some steps towards the group of the kids as the elevator doors closed behind them. "Well, it seems everyone is here." He surveyed the group. "Now, I imagine you're all very confused and possibly frightened, but I promise you, you are in no immediate danger, so please calm yourselves down... okay?"

Alison raised an eyebrow at this before crossing her arms over her chest. "Yeeeeeeaaaah, that's likely to win 'em over," she muttered sarcastically. Personally, she was still a little bit nervous around EBEmon, but she did her best to hide it, instead waving at the various new tamers. "Yo," she said with a grin. She was talking to all the tamers, but most specifically the ones who were closest to the elevator. "Nice day to wake up with no idea about what the hell is goin' on, innit?" she said casually. "Name's Alison."

Phascomon sat up straight on her tamer's shoulder. "I'm Phascomon," she said. She bowed her head to the strangers. "And I apologise if my tamer seems a little too bold."