Bridget was surprised by Jango's compliments, averting his eyes. ". . .thank you." He was touched but unsure if he deserved such praise. "Um, I didn't win Mister Jango."

Maybe the hypnotist didn't catch that. He didn't seem the brightest at times.

"Hmm?" He looked up, seeing Jango leaned forward, arms outstretched towards Roger II. He stood there, a deer in headlights before giggling. Jango wasn't the brightest. But he had other strengths.

Bridget handed Roger II to Jango although he wanted to cradle his pokemon himself he noticed that Jango really wanted to be useful.

". . 'all things considered?' What were you going to say, Mis- I mean- Jango?"