Keeping a wary stare trained on what appears to be a midget version of the Iron Giant out to kill them, Paprika sticks an arm under N's to try and tug him back up into a standing position. Backing up towards the door slowly, she fervently tries to recall everything she's ever heard about shark, bear, and moose safety, and how to avoid subsequent gory death at the hands of said animals. Sure, they're not quite the same as lightning-shooting little robot men or trippy, flying Kachina dolls, but given the circumstances, Paprika's inclined just to get the hell out.

"B-But aren't you supposed to be from Pokemon land or whatever?" she protests nervously, her own Pokemon completely forgotten.