"I don't know and my rucksack is much the same. The only thing from home was Princesses pokeball. But I'd guess whatever brought us here put it there and nothing else from home. I-"

Eva's breath hitches at the sight of the gun and she takes just a tiny step away. Though they aren't widely used in her world, they are there and she's seen them enough times to have a healthy dose of respect and fear of them.

As nice as Manabu has been, she still straightens and her voice is steady. "Please tell me that's a replica."

She really does not want to think about what would happen if it turned out the only person who knew about pokemon was a criminal.