[N isn't bothered at all by the boy's jumping, and he takes the notebook after a moment of wondering what a Pokédex could be.]

You have very nice handwriting. [N's own is pretty much chicken-scratch compared to Hilbert's, and he's careful not to let Charmander's tail flame wave around the paper too much.] A novelist... I believe I met her, once. Her style seems familiar, even if your artistic skills lie more in Pokémon than people. I wonder how I know her.

[Well. He gives the notebook back, holding Charmander loosely in his arms as he takes a step away and admires the room itself.]

It doesn't matter much now, I feel. What were you doing in here?