He stepped back a little when he saw the figure rise from the grass and bushes, arching an eyebrow at that clothing style. It seemed so very familiar, though something he had not seen for a very long time. But then, he saw that hat, and the long brown hair beneath it, and eventually, the face that it obscured.
He definitely recognised her. She was older now, a matured adult rather than the young girl she once was, but it was her.
His hand rested back at his side, no longer reaching for a pokeball.