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"Of course we're not in my room," Steph said, peering down at Seth as he ducked behind the couch. "My room has green wallpaper, and it's in Hoenn anyway."
"Do you usually think aloud?"
Steph heard footsteps from outside the room. The clack-clack on the hard surface of the floor brought to mind high heels. Steph, unsure if that person--who knew, maybe it was their abductor?---was safe to interact with, ducked behind the couch and beside Seth. "Sableye, return," she whispered, hastily recalling Sableye back into his ball.
We can't be in someone's house, Steph deduced mentally. Who would have linoleum floors outside their bedroom---or what ever room this is? Is this some sort of facility?

"Hello, Champion of Hoenn and Sinnoh," said the lady in the pink robes. Her voice was lilting and calm, like a therapist's. "And whoever's presumably sitting behind the couch."

The lady clacked over to the spot where Seth and Steph hid. She peered at them sweetly and smiled a professional, fake-looking smile. "My name's Lepida."

Lepida's voice was unsettling to Steph. At first, Steph thought of getting up---it was pointless to hide any more---but as she slowly rose, she considered that Seth might still want to hide. She stopped her attempt and sat back down, balancing on her feet and hoping she was blocking Lepida's view.

"You're very good at hiding," Lepida said, as if a compliment-inclined kindergarten teacher, while trying to glance over Steph's head. "But we don't have to hide from each other anymore."

Steph, like Seth, was considering using her Pokémon, and one hand was moving towards a Poké Ball. First, she had to assess whether Lepida was a threat. "Who do you work for?"

"We all need to introduce ourselves first," Lepida calmly insisted. "I'll probably know your and your friend's name soon, but it's nice to learn about each other in a traditional way."

Steph, curious about how Lepida would manage to learn their names, furrowed her brow. "Oh! That! It's psychic powers. I can read minds. Sort of; you see, I'm only a little psychic, so I can only pick up what someone was thinking five minutes after they first thought it."

How annoyingly chatty, Steph thought. But I need to know who she's working for.

As Steph awkwardly turned around to speak to Seth, Lepida's face briefly twitched with impatience. Even a "nice-teacher" could break under the stress of disobedient charges, and this was also true for an imitator.

"I'll send Sableye out to gather data about where we are. He's a Ghost-type, so espionage will probably not be difficult for him. But I need a distraction. We can't have Lepida know about what we are doing....ahead of time anyway." Steph whispered, speaking so quickly a few of her words were slightly slurred. She grasped a Poké Ball.

Steph didn't remember which kinds of Pokémon the nicknames referred to, but she guessed that Sparquail was the name of his Tiquail. "Sparquail. We don't know if she's worth attacking yet."

"Psst. Why are we whispering?" Lepida awkwardly joined in, leaning forward and finally managing to get a look at Seth. Her head was uncomfortably close to Steph's, as there was not much room to maneuver beside the couch.

(No, I did not imagine her to be peering from the sitting side, but that does not matter. Let us assume she was peering from the sitting side.)
A lightly fluttering lavender Bug-type formed from a white beam.
"Lucy, stop them with Sleep Powder!"
The Venomoth flapped towards Seth and Steph from the side and skirted the confining walls. Specks on its wings gained a green tinge, and it flew in front of them. Steph, making a split decision, barreled into the Venomoth, stopping it before it could execute the attack. The dustlike green scales of Sleep Powder harmlessly drifted past them in a mild cloud. The medicinal and bitter taste stung Steph's tongue as she ran past, as she inadvertently stepped on the tip of the fallen Venomoth's wing.