Oh no, this is Nostradamus. It's mine, no worries. [Hilda reaches out and holds the Musharna, a hand on either of its sides. It doesn't seem to mind, and the smoke coming from it swirls around and mixes rather curiously with the red stuff around.]
I dunno what it's doing outside it's pokeball, though.
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I dunno what it's doing outside it's pokeball, though.