[The sudden intrusion startles a laugh out of her. It's hard to feel threatened by a little beaky pink Pokemon nosing around. Her Shroomish grumps off to practice more twirls. Grace is serious business.]

I suppose so. It's not the kind of scent we use in Caldera. New places, new... smells, though.

[Kuvira holds her head out to one side to look around Noonvale at its trainer, her braid hanging down.] It was Martin, right?