"Great. So it's NOT just me." Something in her tone is accusatory; OBVIOUSLY, you two were supposed to be able to pick up the slack, since Peridot had known from the get-go that she wouldn't be very good at this.

The bat groans and flops forward, pressing her face into the dirt. "Face it: We're never going to commune with this stupid spirit. We're just not werebeast enough for it," she sneers.