[Because she had been looking at Paprika when she addressed her, by chance Hilda notices the odd movement of her hand. It takes a moment, but then it clicks in her head. The afro dude has her Pokemon in there! And this Paprika girl is gutsy enough to try to get them back. She looks like just might succeed if they can give her a distraction! ... And what could be a better one than a Pokemon battle?

Hilda crosses her arms and leans on a hip, addressing Miror.] "Call off your goons," you say... We can't do that, you might just run away. [And then she shakes her head, and tilts it to face towards N.] We can't trust this guy, N. We can negotiate, but he's not going to honor it anyway. Don't bother with him.

Let's settle this with a battle, alright? As trainers, it's the only way to solve this. You versus N. That means we won't attack you directly - and if you win, we'll meet your demands. But if N wins, we'll arrest you.

And just one more thing. That Claydol... [She reaches for her only occupied Pokéball, opening it gently in her hand to release Zekrom - or, rather, not really!Zekrom - and places a hand on its side, speaking quietly to it.] You're a Ditto, right? So, do you think you can take the form of that Claydol guy there? [She smiles in relief when her Pokemon obeys without a hitch, its shape morphing back to a Ditto and then to a Claydol, but she quickly attempts to pass it off as a smug grin when she turns to face Miror again. It's not like she didn't know if it would work, or anything.]

Now we've got one too, see. So don't try anything funny.