[She stands there, letting him look her over. This is about what she'd expected, but...he had guessed right, at least.]

I'm not a pokemon, no. Maybe there are godly pokemon in your world, but in mine...we mostly look like people.

[She holds up a palm, conjuring up a tiny little raincloud, smiling to herself as a tiny thunderbolt darts out into the air.]

I was a human once, a long, long time ago, but something changed me. I am the god of summer storms now. I know magic, which is how I was able to cut your shirt. And I have the power to change the weather as it suits me.

[Her eyes flick up to meet his, the cloud floating to a space between the two of them. Her voice softens, turning gentle and hopefully disarming.]

Does this bother you, Red? That I'm not human?