"That it would, that it would." His eyes crawl over her mask, searching for any sign of vulnerability. He finds none. "You won't find much corrosive fog here, unless you happen to be training a Wheezing."

He holds the bottle over to Chatter Box who reaches out with her powerful beak and pries the cap off the bottle with no effort. BJ, in turn, takes a swig from the bottle.

"Yes sirree, you're in the world of Pokemon now. Your whole life is about to be catching, training, breeding, nurturing, and if you're lucky, selling Pokemon. You should have a book in your bag that'll tell you all about it. Just know that Pokemon aren't for eating. Don't even try, you'll regret it."