"I think he got it, yeah," Luke answered dryly, looking down at the pokeball in his hand. His gaze rose back up to her face, which at least looked less like she was going to rip him a new hole now. Feeling the tension drain, he shifted his weight back on his heels.

He looked over her team, eyes a bit wide as he took in the giant metal bird again. He was increasingly glad that she'd chosen not to go the path of altercation; he doubted his Snubbull and Magikarp could've done the job.

"How do you feed all of them?" He asked breathlessly, eyes still locked on the Skarmory. "And what is that?"