While I’m off daydreaming about the future, the present seems to be far more demanding of my attention, as I’m knocked to the ground by an unknown assailant! Well, maybe not an assailant, I suppose, but I’m still rendered flustered and discombobulated as a result of falling not only twice in a row, but this time in plain view of the whole town. Some of my stuff had fallen out of my admittedly worn bag, and I scramble to pick the miscellaneous utensils up and stow them back away with both my hands and telekinetic power.

	“Sorry, my bad,” I stutter quickly as I get up off the ground and dust off my scarf, glancing back and forth between the Drifloon and the rest of the town as I feel the pressure of their words and emotions. “Really I should be watching where I’m going because I’m too used to everyone being all ‘oh it’s her’ and making sure they’re not in the way but I obviously can’t expect that of everyone and that’d just be plain rude-” I stop to take a deep breath, trying to calm down. It’s a really bad habit of mine to go full motormouth when I feel particularly embarrassed, which I’ve learned tends to just end up compounding the problem.

	“I… er, sorry about that, too,” I say at a much more normal speed as I smile sheepishly, running a hand through my hair and flipping it weakly as I look up at the Balloon Pokemon. “I’m fine, though, thank you for asking. Are you new here, too?” Realizing I'd forgotten one of the core rules of social etiquette, I hold out my hand and offer it to the Drifloon.

	"My name's Rebecca, by the way." I introduce, figuring if we'd shared a mutual folly like that we might as well learn each other's names.