"Playing... at...?" Sam cocks his head, genuinely confused. "Dragonite is my Pokemon."

At the mention of its name, Dragonite tries to make itself look bigger and exhales a strong puff of air through its nose; even at this distance, it might ruffle her hair a bit. Sam shoots his Pokemon a look, holding his arm out in front of it, silently telling Dragonite to behave itself. The dragon shrinks back, as if it's been scolded, and Sam turns his attention back to the girl.

"Does your world not have Pokemon?" Being amazed at seeing such a rare Pokemon would be one thing, but this girl seemed to believe Dragonite shouldn't exist at all.