[She was actually taking turns between catching up on her reading and updating her travel log-- not that presumptuous weirdos like him would understand that at all. Letting his Combusken-- an evolved pokemon-- get picked on like that was a shame, an not something she could totally condone.

She adjusted her glasses, the sunlight reflecting off of them ominously.]

Your trainers might be nicer than our friends here. Or us.

But~ It's your choice. We're not gonna force ya to do anything.