Romelle had only left New Bark shortly before Lotor had. However, her human-level stamina wasn't quite as enduring as her Altean self was used to, and she found herself resting along the way, snacking on some these poffins the strange woman in the house had given her. She was sharing them with a pink raccoon bear creature that called itself, "Stufful", and watching passersby that were moving along the route as well. Unlike most other trainers that might be just leisurely spending time on a route like this, she was actually not challenging people to battles every time they made eye contact.

For her, recognizing Lotor on sight would be more of a case of "that person there looks kind of like him" than outright realizing who he was. After all, she'd spent a lot of time in the presence of a massive statue of him, and that was colorless, so the change in his complexion and hair color wouldn't really fully disguise him from her. But the odds of him being here were still a bit slim in her mind, so she just watched him warily instead.

For Lotor, recognizing Romelle as herself might not necessarily be instant for him as how much he knew about all the individual Alteans in the colonies was, for Romelle's part, still a bit of conjecture, but recognizing her as an Altean? That would be simple. She'd been lucky in that her physical appearance, as it was so close to human already, hadn't changed at all. She still had her facial markings and tapered ears.