[ Shiro could observe that the teenager's clothes look a bit worn and dirty, probably as if he's had to wear just one outfit for a bit. He cringes and reaches out to try and catch the Machop's hand as the crushing of the water bottle starts. Machop does stop and allows it to be taken, casting a look between his trainer and then a more eager one to Shiro. It wants more, clearly, and soon moves its gaze towards his pack. ]

We probably ought to head back to town...

[ Kirishima frowns, not seeming too happy about the prospect. But his attention is brought back around to the introduction to the Aggron. He brightens. ]

Hey Kuro!

[ Back to Shiro. ]

Y'know... I just can't help thinking how totally unmanly it was to just run away from that Onix! If we leave now, we'll probably never find it again! We ought to go after it and give it a real fight! You thinkin' the same thing as me, Machop?

[ Kirishima drops the empty bottle into his lap in favor of smacking his fist into his own palm, looking over to his Pokemon. Machop's fixation snaps away from Shiro's bag to his trainer and he clenches a fist in turn. Maaa-chop-chop! ]

Hell yeah!

[ Kirishima looks back to Shiro, offering a sharp little grin. ]

If you're offerin', man, we could use someone to spot us. Someone to step in and make sure we don't get in too deep, y'know? You guys up for that?