[Her first instinct to something running towards her would be to run the exact opposite direction, but that's a human! voice!! she hears over the clattering of ice. And that stops her dead in her tracks, the thick fabric bowing over her head with the weight of accumulating hail as she looks towards the direction the strange Pokemon came from.]
Hello...!? [The "o" tapers off into a question in the end, unsure as she is whether this is the right time and place to exchange greetings.] My name's Yachi! Is there no shelter back that way? I'm trying to meet someone...
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Hello...!? [The "o" tapers off into a question in the end, unsure as she is whether this is the right time and place to exchange greetings.] My name's Yachi! Is there no shelter back that way? I'm trying to meet someone...