Elaine blinked. While she might have been accustomed to craning her head back to look up at Harry the Great and Gangly, it was rare to see the face of someone else at that height, particularly women. She didn't stare, for that was rude, but she wasn't quite skilled enough to hide her bemused surprise.

"Believe me," she chuffed with a grin, "there's no place else I'd rather be right now." She plucked the empty container of ointment she'd brought along out of her purse, giving it a light wiggle in her fingertips before dropping it back in. "Ran out of antiseptic sooner than I thought."

She definitely didn't want to entrust the task to her Pokemon. Not everyone reacted well to Trubbishes, especially those that made wet hacking noises. Her Cleffa was too young and didn't know the city, and the Pancham? The Pancham was hungover. That left the duty up to Elaine, who was used to doing things on her own anyway.

Elaine's head craned back so she could get another look at that Swampert. It was enormous, a handsome beast of a Pokemon, and she got the feeling that it was healthy and well-cared for. "Elaine," she introduced herself. "Just visiting for a week or so. And you are?"