[There's a soft squee when the girl's hands reach for Wormmon. Despite the apparent claws on the tips of her fingers, the octoling's touch is soft and gentle. Funny thing was that Wormmon felt like how he looked -- a crustacean, but maybe warmer?]

Mmn! Well... [Her palms gently rubbed Wormmon's face before stroking the top of his head.] ...sure! Now that I know I can interact with them... [When you become how your world is small and limited and that there is entirely different cultures and people that are beautiful in their own way, you come to recognize how limited your thinking was.]

It's exciting, isn't it? To go to a place you've never known... to meet people you never would have... to make new friends.

What about you, Ken? Wormmon?