[He'll have to ask about the connotations of that comment later, when he isn't so loathe to ruin a rare good mood, even if it isn't shared.

Anders does glance over his shoulder to gauge how close Nutmeg is, and upon being satisfied with her distance, shrugs.]

I'm not doing anything. She's the newest model. Fully self-levitating, complete with automatic projectile firing and leaf cutting, which I can assure hurts you more than it hurts her.

She's called a Pokemon, like your little friend. They're rather a big deal here.