They might swat at her or something and squish her, though! She's, like, tiny, it's a concern. A very large concern. Pun intended.

Brock is just about to head out into the courtyard to see if he can't find her out there, when he hears tiny little bells and whips his head around. The lobby is huge and spacious, so it's hard to pinpoint a little dot of glittering light, so it takes him a minute to find her. Once he does, though, he hurries over to where she's flitting around.

"Hey --!"