“Pardonnez moi, Mademoiselle, mais vous êtes ce célèbre coureur de Rhinocorne?” The older man asked with a heavy accent that clearly indicated that he was not from Kalos. His French had gotten rusty from the years that had passed without him using it. Knowing that he would not likely be able to keep up a very coherent conversation with the Rhyhorn Racer in said language, he switched to English, hoping that would be a common language they could both more easily understand one another in.
“I was wondering if I could ask you about your Rhyhorn racing technique. I am something of a specialist and have always been curious about using Rhyhorn for racing purposes. However, I have never been able to meet with someone who actually does it for a career.” Smiling politely, he could not help but to dip his head in a bow of respect.