[ The stuttering reply seems to imply that this pinkette doesn't seem to be an NPC. Unless it's one of the more complex ones — it's kind of hard to tell sometimes, considering the world she's in. ]

No, there's nothing wrong, per say. . .

[ Her words come off rather awkwardly, as if she's not sure of what to say. She really doesn't. Rubbing the nape of her neck, she can't help the silent laughter that tempts to leave her. ]

I was wondering if you know the professor of this region. Whatever this region is.