The Morpeko in Wes' pocket scowls at the Ponyta. There's a flash of light as it changes form and the hangry creature prepares its own move to protect his trainer. Wes, on the other hand, looks entirely unperturbed and lets go when asked, not even bothering to say much else.

"I really am sorry for this guy. He's a fucking idiot. A machine, really, but he means well, really." The Rotomdex flies out of Wes' pocket and overs between Wes and Jou. "He's a weirdo. I know. But Pokemon, please! And guy. There's no need to get fight. We all gotta take a chill pill, right now..."