At Tinkermon's words, Ellen forced herself to relax slightly, thought it took a little effort. She supposed she should believe Tinkermon. After all, the little fairy was a resident of this place, so she probably knew more about it than Ellen herself did.

Still... "But..." Ellen said quietly. "Why would he make something like that up?" She glanced in Derek's direction and then at Lopmon, who had returned to her side.

"I indeed don't see or sense anything," he said, a deeper frown than usual on his face. "Well, apart from fish, I doubt that's the monster the boy is talking about." He then gazed up at Ellen once more with that same expectant look on his face. This time, however, Ellen did notice.

"What?" she said. "Why are you staring at me?" She placed her hand over her mouth. "Do I have something on my face?"

Lopmon blinked and then shook his head slightly. "No," he said.

"Then... what's that look for?" Ellen asked, looking at him suspiciously. 

Lopmon frowned again. Like his partner, he now brought his own paws to his face. "I don't think my face is any different from how it is normally," he said. 

"Riiiight..." Ellen said, edging away slightly from the rabbit before glancing at Tinkermon. "Erm... I'm guessing all you, err... 'Digimon', know each other, right?"