Quintet thinks she might be getting a handle on the look of the local dominant race. Humans, a kind of ape, and this one was... definitely a juvenile.

"Hey! Hey, kid!" She's up out of the snow itself, sitting with her tail curled around herself. It's cold enough, but the window-ledge is at least clear and shaded from precipitation, "Aren't you cold?"

She isn't, for once. Thank Lark and for that; these fuzzy little paw-covers are doing the job well. Then Quintet sees Pikachu, and rises to stand, craning her neck.

"Oh, hey. There's two of you? Welcome to Temba!"