"Me, neither." The metal arm probably gives that away, and the tac vest under the jacket he has halfway to hide the metal arm, even though it keeps cutting through the fabric so metal glints through.

He files all that neatly away to look up later. Saffron City isn't on the map of Johto he has on the device, so it must be in one of the other areas.

"So we all meet that woman, I guess," he says slowly. "I got an Absol from her. Grace." He settles Fuzzlebutt on his other shoulder so he can lay a hand on Grace's head, behind the curved horn. "Only been two weeks, so far."