And there she is. And Leslie is, too. What a good demon thing. Pokemon. Because one of the things he did while prowling the town was poke at the pokegear a little, discover the map, and learn a tiny bit about the creatures with them. He still needs to read the books but, well, it looks like they've got some time to kill on the road.

He pads on over to see what's got her so interested, trying with little success to detatch the Skitty from his collar. All that happens is he starts trying to chew on a metal finger, instead, growling very ferociously for such a small thing.