"You're kinda stuck between a rock and a hard place then." Absentmindedly, he reached up to give his pokémon a few strokes to the head as he kept his attention on her. "You know what she's thinking?" That only sounded a little peculiar to Tristan, as his gaze swept down to the Budew and back. "Did you get one that's able to talk or something?" There were times, several in fact, where he couldn't tell what his monster wanted at all. Maybe if he'd had a pet or something growing up then it would have made it easier.

"So you already know how to use that thing? ... I know I'm supposed to be helping you but I'm clueless on all of this. Can you show me what I'm supposed to do with this stuff?" And which one the Pokédex even is. That would be a good start. "I'm Tristan, by the way. Tristan Taylor, you are?"