[The sharp whistle actually causes Jiraiya to freeze as well and Yosuke is able to sigh in relief. And then goes through the process to pull his Pokemon off his head and simply hold him in his arms.]

Heh, certainly looks like it, sir! I think its the other way around for me, but it's alright. I'm used to having people rely on me, I guess.

[He states it as a sort of matter of fact, not as a gloat or anything of the sort. It's what he had come to learn over the second year of high school, with the murders and TV world and stuff.]

Uh, so! Anyway, my name is Yosuke. I've only been here a few months, but you sort of get the hang of the place after awhile. Background music aside, anyway.