Wes hops off his bike and his glasses slide up. He gives a small nod as he goes to pick the Rotomdex up.

“Don’t you nod at him! The problem is your driving! It’s crazy!” The dex beeped.

Wes ignores the Pokémon and looks at Sena. Now that he was in full view, the arm he had been wearing before was gone, replaced with the old snag machine once again.

“No one stopped me. I was too fast.” Wes looked around the stadium. “So fill me in on anything your dex didn’t in your livestream.”