Shrugging it off casually, Nic didn't feel particularly bothered by the act of speaking under the circumstances. People obviously weren't all that fraught with trouble in this world and he wasn't going to fault them their innocence. if anything he felt like his presence might be a bad thing, upsetting some sort of sunshine/rainbows cosmic balance.

Tell her I said thank you and it's nice to meet her as well, the Twilight signed, leaving the rest of the conversing up to Worick.

When at last they were off to do a small task and get his Pokemon treated, Nic wondered about the trust and benevolence as well. How were such things alright or possible in any world? Clearly there was crime somewhere, since the children had mentioned various criminal aspects that evidently abducted other people's Pokemon, but was that really as bad as it got? It was hard enough believing that they were in another world, but another world where people never had struggle or strife?

I don't even think our usual work will come up, he mused, looking at the plant thoughtfully before shrugging it off and rolling his fingertips over the ball in his pocket. Should he name it, he wondered? How was he going to command an animal without words? Were they so intelligent that they could learn sign language? How intelligent did something have to be before owning it was slavery?

Why was he having some internal existential crisis over walking stuffed animals?