[Like Paprika, Hilda decides to watch the battle carefully for now, because there's no reason to panic just yet. She picks up the Minun when he scurries close to her, and lets him climb up her arm and perch on her shoulder. Gauging both combatants at first glance, they seem pretty evenly matched: both of them fast and agile. She can't tell the Pikachu doubles apart, and the speed is a little dizzying. She murmurs lightly to her new spectator companion.] So, which one do you think it is? [And receives a spirited but clueless little head-shake.] Yeah, I don't know either.
[She glances at both trainers. How different people always seemed, when they were commanding their Pokemon in battle.]
nahhh, Miror is too fabulous and sharp not to have noticed!
[She glances at both trainers. How different people always seemed, when they were commanding their Pokemon in battle.]