[Koga, the Poisonous Ninja Master, stands apart from the rest of the Elite Four, casting a critical eye to the unpolished yet devious hideout of his captors. He has a particularly scathing look for the keypad that kept him and his fellows locked away. If you get close enough while he's examining it with all the prowess of a grandparents confronted with an iPad, you'll hear,]

A mere code was all that stood in our way...? Even with the knowledge of all my ninja arts, and everything I could muster...

[He might let his grudge against Team Rocket's technology settle down to talk, if you address him, but when not engaged, this is going to be one salty ninja.]