[ This is when she helpfully shifts so she can poke two fingers into his side. No, seriously. Not even digging in, just outright poking his ribs. This isn't particularly subtle given how tall he is, though her attention stays focused on the device, watching his response from peripheral vision. How sore is sore, being the question she didn't bother asking.

The other one is why, but she likewise doesn't give that question voice. ]

Mm.

[ Is her only offered response to "it's nice." She thinks she understands, but it's all too new and recent for her right now. It's a situation she didn't think she'd ever be in again, for... understandable reasons.

Being here is bizarre in several unexpected ways beyond the location change. ]

Presumably just the wild ones would mean harm. Unless there are some that are human aggressive.

[ Wolves starving because of a long winter, anything like that. Pokemon wolves. Do pokemon target humans, if they're large enough? There's a question for the unasked ages. At his assertion about the security of these kinds of messages, she considers. ]

Except you or anyone else with your device?

[ This she asks as a question, lifting an eyebrow and finally looking up at him sideways. At least she's not poking him in the ribs anymore. ]