"Alright, you two, hold up." Joker waves his hand a bit even though it won't go seen by either of them. Eliza won't see it, and Robbie isn't facing him. They pause, Robbie leaning against his partner to get his bearings straight.

While his two Pokemon have a moment's breath, Joker brings his hand up to his chin thoughtfully. His eyes glance down to Angel, who just looks back up at him in return.

Been here long enough as he has, Joker knows there some Psychics which can communicate smoothly. Mira, his Gardevoir passed down by a distant sort of friend, is an example. Angel is different, he's found, and he's admittedly not sure if it's because her powers aren't compatible or if she just plain doesn't care enough to make the effort. Instead, it's more... abstract. Emotional in a peculiar and deep way. It's such a strange sensation, to feel the emotions of someone else, emotions he knows aren't his. Like that displeasure infringing on his idle amusement of the battle, displeasure at the- no, connected to the Kirlia. Her trainer? And it has to do with... Ah. He knows this feeling. He knows it far too well, that bone-freezing fear that roots you down.

"Seems like yer a harsh sorta trainer!" It's a statement that seems a bit relaxed at first glance.