[The sudden hissing Pokemon gets a flinch, an automatic response, but she doesn't step back or away. Her hand goes to her belt, where she unclips a Pokeball of her own, but her hand moves slowly. She holds it up for a moment, but hesitates.]

Yeah I've got a Pokemon.

[She's a mankey, not a great match for fighting this seviper, but that's not what's bothering her. It's a nagging feeling, one that's been itching just under her skin since she first started exploring this world. Now, face to face with her first Pokemon battle, the feeling crystallizes and she understands it. She puts the Pokeball back on her belt.]

But I'm not about to let my Pokemon, or yours, get beat up just because I hurt your feelings.