Ellie is entirely not expecting the wild 'mon attack in the middle of downtown Saffron. On the plus(?) side, neither is anyone else, so her confusion doesn't stick out too much. She's never seen this species before- some kind of steel-hybrid arbok? The coloration is wrong and its hood is solid metallic instead of patterned and seems to be taking up the whole face instead of the neck, but that's the closest she can come up with on a second and a half of thought.

She's a ways back from the front lines so she fumbles for her dex instead of a pokeball, which means that she's caught unawares when it launches itself like a spring and eats her with its mirror face.

Probably a teenage girl somersaulting into him from nowhere will disrupt Scott's meditations a bit.

It does. In fact, it gets him to yelp in surprise. He tries to compose himself enough to address the...teleporting sorcerer???...before this turns into an actual fight (hopefully; his confidence in his diplomacy skills has taken a few hits).

"Who are you?"

"Uh." She seems somewhat disoriented herself. She has some kind of PDA device in one hand, the other patting at her belt for the six small red and white balls hooked on to it. "My name's Ellie. Where... am I?"

"You're in my bedroom. Are you okay?"

He really hopes Kero doesn't pop his head out right now.

"More or less. Except for how I shouldn't be in your bedroom. Is this- no, this isn't Saffron, it's dark out..."

"What's Saffron? Where were you trying to go?"

"Saffron's the city I was in. I wasn't trying to go anywhere. There was a rampaging 'mon and it had some kind of offensive teleportation attack."

"Um. Okay. You're in Beacon Hills, California. Did the 'mon' follow you?"

His hand goes to the key in his pocket.

"It doesn't seem to have. It was pretty big. Noticeable."

"I've never heard of the California region."

"...okay. I've never heard of Saffron. Are you speaking English?"

"I'm speaking the common language? Is that what you call it?"

"-there are a lot of languages in the world. I don't think English is even the most common, that might be Spanish."

Or Chinese? That's not important, though, what's important is-

"Can you tell me what 'mon' are?"

"Pokemon. You know, typed animals. Don't you have those?"

"You mean like...animal kingdoms? None of those have teleportation powers."

"Some Pokemon do. Not any of the ones I have with me, but."

"...We don't have Pokemon. Where did you say you were from again?

You can sit- anywhere," he adds, lamely, although only his chair is currently free- his bed still has his lacrosse stuff, some piles of laundry, and homework on it.

"Pallet Town in Kanto, originally. I've been traveling for a while, though. Do you want to see a Pokemon?"

"Okay. Are they in those...balls on your belt?"

"Yep." She unclips one and it expands to fill her palm. "Pokeballs. This one's my sylveon." She tosses it at the floor-

And it splits open, sending out a burst of light that coalesces into a white-and-pink creature, about the same dimensions as a medium-sized dog and inhabiting a curious triangle between a fox, a dog, and a cat. It has four ribbonlike tendrils sprouting from the bow-shaped fluff at its neck that wave gently through the air.

It chirps happily and immediately cuddles up to Ellie's leg.

"Does it have a name?"

His voice sounds softer now than it has thus far.

"Just Sylveon. Or Sylvie. I'm not really into the nicknaming thing."

Two of Sylveon's tendrils grab Ellie's hand to direct it in administering headpats.

"Is Sylvie more like a pet? Most people here that keep animals keep them for food, or milk, or as pets."

Are pokemon a type of animal? He could ask-

- oh no-