[Indeed, her Pokemon do look fond of her. Hilda observes them being friendly, and lowers her Oshawott to the ground so it can mingle. It seems curious about Old Man, and approaches him timidly.

Maybe it's just the high of having thwarted Miror mixing up with exhaustion, both emotional and physical - but, several moments after the joke, Hilda ends up snickering. It doesn't really matter that she didn't get it at all, it just seemed worth laughing at.]

I'll have a lot to learn from both of you, about these ways. Since I just got here... [And speaking of, that means a proper introduction is in order.]

Ah, yeah! Uh, you heard my name already, but I'm Hilda. Actually, I'm from the same place N is from. [She extends a hand, and a big grin, to Paprika]