Surge Protector looks at Vanellope as if just noticing her, which may well be the case. "Just a moment, Madam President." He turns back to Ralph. "Anything to declare?"

"Not in front of a 9-year-old. Are we done here?" He steps aside without actually waiting for SP's approval. "Sorry about that, Doc."

"No problem at all, Ralph," says Dr. Eggman with a friendly smile as he and the rest of the group play through. "These things happen."

M.Bison nods. "When Street Fighter II was first installed," he says, "my Elite Four got stopped at least once a day—"

Ralph holds up his immense right hand in the universal whoa gesture. "Can we continue this conversation later, MB? Looks like somebody has something she wants me to see before bedtime."

"Certainly," Bison replies. "Take care!" He breezes off in a swirl of cape to pick up a conversation with Zangief.

Ralph scoops Vanellope up onto his shoulder. "Where to, President Pester-Paws?" He starts ambling in the general direction of his own game's outlet, just by reflex.