If by talk, you mean, lift his fat frog-dinossaur head drowsily to stare at the newcomer. He didn't recognize the girl either, but it was obvious that she came to them in sympathy.

The nurses had been giving him hell about transforming right after surgery. He did it once already and boy, was that a mistake. Chunks of skin missing, blood everywhere - how the human form was affected by Pokemon injuries was still an unperfected art. The best they could do was treat it and hope the wounds wouldn't open up every time he changed.

This not-quite-a-dragon-more-like-a-toad-flower creature tilted his head slightly, curious about the stranger. He looked ill, and his foliage seemed decidedly incomplete.