[She looks at the Zorua as it scampers away. That's right, she remembers - these Pokemon have been hurt before, so of course they would be so wary of her... And so would N.

Still, she decides to venture a bit further in, taking a seat on the cloud-pattern floor. The intent behind his question is lost on her - she shakes her head no.] No, of course I don't want your Pokemon! They're your friends. I was just... uh, checking in. [Just then, her little Zekrom decides to peek out from behind her shoulder, and Hilda smiles at it.] Ah. Look. [She picks it up gingerly in her hands, to show him.]

You know what Pokemon this is, right?