That I can do for ya. Make it just the way you want it. [And make it boozy, thank you. He starts leading her towards the bar where he got his job. And as there really can't be a 'bad' part of town in Pokeworld, as he's figured out, it's not exactly in a seedy place. It is, however, well away from the routes the kids usually take through so he's not meandering the direction of that Pokecenter.]

Yeah, I've been wonderin' about that. Tax coverage? Research grants? Hell if I know. It's been so long since I dicked around with traditional money management. Only just recently got back to rentin' some space.

[Orin toddles after at a little quickstepped gate, still staring, still as off-putting as she could be (to most passerbys) in her unwavering look.]

Orin? She uh... Yeah. [His constantly showman attitude wavers, again.] Decided to go make a mess of her life. Creepy as hell now. Talks in your head now instead of to your face. [He leaves out many of the important parts. That she was someone that he cared about for centuries. That she'd been his best friend, that the best parts of him wanted to help. That he resented deeply he'd been her excuse for throwing her life away when he'd actually been trying to do better with his (maybe not much better, but better). But it's there, and it hangs behind his expression.]