"Doesn't matter," he repeats himself. "The native Rockets mandated mandatory first week training and they're the ones that hold sway here."

Sorry, Lydia, but the man's basically immune to your charms. He's far too gay to be effected by feminine cooing.

He shrugs. "Dropping off my biweekly quota. Once they let you out of training, you have to turn in a level fifteen or higher Pokemon every other week. Otherwise your time is largely your own."