In that case... how long has this castle been here?

And when was the last time anyone came by, if this is the sort of coin that is in the fountain?

[She's not really asking him, of course, just musing over their current state of affairs, but she stares at the coin, rather unnerved by everything it represents. It doesn't help that while her arm is warming up, every drip of water coming off of it feels like a ghostly hand stroking it.]

Unless I see a Pokeball, I'm not reaching in there again.