It's never easy coming into a new world, regardless of what you were doing prior to waking up here. Dororo had some difficulties of her own, namely in what was left behind. With familiarity in building something out of nothing, it's served her well in keeping her busy since her own arrival.

She's grown quite fond of the enchanted instruments that liked to gather whenever she starts singing, giving her something of an entourage whenever she was in Haven. Even if it was only now and then, the pokemon certainly appreciated the attention. For now, the greninja seems content going about on her own, finishing up preparations for the bigger plans the guilds had in store. The fortunate part of being a pokemon is not being terribly weirded out when seeing new things. Their world has enough shenanigans and weird stuff in it, so it's only natural that when first laying eyes on Papyrus, she's less drawn to his natural skeleton-ness and instead...

"Oh my stars! I love your scarf! I have to know where you got it!"