"A creature from a world with pokemon," Eva says with a small shrug, but the lip curl hasn't gone unnoticed. "There's a few on the train and not every person with a 'mon comes from the same world."

She might be a bit put out by that, but as it is, she has something much more interesting to focus on and, while she really doesn't understand a lick of it even as it tugs at a memory or three, Eva can make a guess based on what he's said and implied.

"Either way, it sounds like that's basically a life cycle of sorts for your species then?" It's more a question than a statement, even if she looks unsure about something. Or, a lot of things, but details.