Ah, yes. Living tea ghosts, after all, couldn't write like humans could. Perrin, in his time back home, hadn't considered such - and had been haunted by other things a little too long to consider it. He looked to his claws, though, and looked to the tablet. He was also quite glad that his cataloguing had been noticed - it would make him useful for the guild, after all. And thus, trusted even more. Or so Perrin saw, in his mind.

"Of course - and it's not like you've found any fittin' newcomers who can use fire t'join us esteemed Lums. Yet." He was still learning, after all - perhaps he would learn to wield fire, or perhaps another of his would become a fire-type though evolution. "And I don't think these records'll need to be altered - and if they do, there's always addin' more - no sense erasin' history." Though, he did find a question bubbling at the edge of his mind. And what sort of meeting would this be if he didn't ask about his curiosity? He knew he was rambling. But his calm rambling could also be seen as him sharing information.

"So. There's humans out there. And there's Pokemon here. Those the only sorts of guys?" A beat, as he found himself explaining more. "Back in the Mojave - my home - there weren't just humans. There were mutated humans who were able t'go invisible, th'livin' dead - sort of like you Ghost-types, and all sorts of other sorts. Plus, animals - which were like Pokemon, except not as strong."

A beat.

"Well, there were these big toxic bugs. Fuckin' cazador. But they weren't intelligent."