"Uh," Paprika starts, before realizing that she really doesn't have a clue where they are. "Somewhere," she determines, doing an awkward little hopping dance to try and keep her feet off of the suddenly freezing cold ground. She supposes you don't notice those things when freaky Pokemon are out to kill you.

"So, if we're done with, like, the Pokemon-zombie apocalypse or whatever the hell that just was, d'you wanna go get your head fixed? 'Cause I'm not first-aid certified or anything, so I'd probably end up making it waaaaaay worse."