Well... No, I mean, the more I hear it, it sounds... vaguely familiar, like I heard about it in ancient history or something.

[Vaughn glances back down at his Gear, squinting at the map again. Suddenly, he's no longer all that eager to consider what the reality of the situation might be.

Riolu reels back at first and narrows her eyes at the skitty, but soon returns a few innocent swipes at his pincushion tail.]

No, I don't. How do I find -- wait, no, it's not even mine. It just followed me out of this house, and I've sorta been trying to find out who it belongs to. And this stuff that got shoved at me.

[He gestures vaguely to the backpack and the PokeGear. Again, though, something tells him he might be in for a fairly rude awakening.]