Pokéball? ... well that certainly seemed convenient. Tulio had found the little spheres when going through the stuff in the backpack he'd been rather unceremoniously handed, but hadn't understood what they were for. He'd avoided most strange-looking things, it just seemed better that way, except for when he'd tried understanding the Pokégear. That had been a rather horrifying experience, actually.

Shrugging off the backpack (quite gratefully, as it had begun to feel really heavy lately), he put it on the ground and with one knee on the ground, began looking it through for one of the little ... things. He found one, and without much ado and halfway expecting it to not work, he aimed it at the Yanma and pressed the button - and it was captive in the little ball, and all was well. He couldn't help but feel quite shocked at this, but decided to not think of it any differently. When in Rome, or what was it? He'd definitely make use of this trick more.

Returning his focus now on the other person again and what he was saying, he found the information very interesting. And admittedly, still a little ... new and disturbing.

"They don't seem to take much harm though", he thought out loud, automatically gazing at the area where his enormous dragonfly had last been.