Yang and Honey both turn at the new voice. Yang makes a face when she sees the slimey green thing but tries to turn it into a smile. A wincing, not very convincing smile, "Uh...hello."

Armadillomon, now fully out of ball-form, looks around them. He's turning in a circle, "Wow. There sure are a lot of you guys."

Yang raises an eyebrow at the axes they seem to have. "So is this like the forest floor welcoming committee? Because I have to say, the axes are kind of ruining the image guys."

Her partners exchange a look and both of them step in front of her. They know the reputation of Numemon. They don't want to see Yang get hurt. "I think ya'll are confused. We aren't fruit," Armadillomon says.