"Are they not like humans? I mean. Something's not matching. How does the translation work, what do you hear when I say 'animals'? How about 'mammals'?"

"The translation effect is weird and I don't totally understand it. But it doesn't tell me what those things mean if I don't already have the ideas."

"Animals like we have in the wild and Pokémon are totally different things probably then. But they sound cool! You can ride them? How fast are the fastest ones?"

"A little over Mach 2. Unencumbered airspeed; if somebody's on them they do slow down some. Fastest on land is something like two sixty miles an hour? Again unencumbered. I don't have either of those ones."

"Oh, wow. Our land speed record is a hundred and thirty seven miles per hour. Air speed is - four hundred something."

"Pokémon are pretty impressive. I have got one that flies almost that fast, and one that runs at a hundred fifty mph, when I'm not riding them."

The giant mug of nutri-milkshake is cheering her up a lot as she continues to pick at it.

"I kind of want to build something that goes faster than that just to make a point now. If I can ever afford it."

"Good luck. We don't have machines that go faster than 'mon yet."

"Say, how dangerous is dangerous? Do you think 'mon could destroy a walker, or um maybe you have these, a truck?"

"'Mon won't usually attack objects of their own accord but one could take apart a truck pretty easy if it wasn't a heavily armored truck, yeah."

"Ask me questions if you like. I'm not good at talking but I've learned it's probably rude if I ask all the questions."

"I kinda don't know what questions will upset you."

"A lot of things will upset me and tip-toeing will also kind of annoy me but differently. Talking about 'mon is fun. I don't know. I don't want to rant about how terrible things are either that's rude too."

"I mean, could I help?"

"...You could help me probably. Maybe some other people through me. Especially if your country isn't suffering like Germany. Buying a lot of cans of food would help already. But you shouldn't have to help."

"...well, I don't have to, but maybe I can. I don't have a ton of spending money on me though..."

"Okay... The problem is, have you heard of inflation?"

"The thing where money's worth less per amount than it was a decade ago?"

"Replace decade with hour."

"...oh boy. How does that even happen?"

"The newspaper says it's because of war reparations. I don't know economics. All I know is that I earn a hundred million marks an hour now and that is worth a loaf of bread and next week it will probably be worth a few slices."

"Is this physical money?"

"Yes." She fishes out her shiny new hundred-million-mark note. Printed yesterday. "Bar, how much food can I buy with this?"

It would depend considerably on the sort of food. Reasonably nice hot meals for several days. Perhaps twenty to one hundred pounds of various dry carbohydrate staples.

"...Okay that's a lot more than I would get for it outside and down the street. I only know a few places that even sell food for marks anymore. The rest want your shoes or american dollars or something. Thank you."