[Watching Miror B go, Paprika does have to think it's not exactly the coolest exit. Still, she's unbelievably relieved to have all this craziness behind her. Trotting over to N, she takes the Pokeballs from him, Old Man plodding along behind her at her own pace.]

Thanks, uh...

[Oh, oops. That kind of reminds her that she was the one who told Miror B that N used to be the Champion--whatever that meant, it was obviously pretty important.]

I... I'm really sorry, man.