[He tut tuts, an exaggerated expression of pity on his face.] Oh, none of us are supposed to be here, darling. But here you are! And since whoever has been naughty enough to snatch us all away from our proper places gave you a Pokemon, you'd -- Oh. Yes, that's a Tympole darling. It's a Pokemon. [So he's one of those.] Well, since they gave you one you'd better make the most of it.

[Miror B. looks over his glasses, studying the screen for a moment.] What's your name, darling?