[Guzma, meeting her appraising eye, narrows his own and raises a brow - he's not one to enjoy being observed like some sort of zoo animal, and his mood wasn't exactly great to begin with. Tired, sour, irritated by this whole memory-share horsecrap...and now yet another person to add to the growing list of people he has to be careful showing his pokemon to, for fear they'll possibly be injured. It's probably an unfounded judgement, but still a fear he has. The two one him are all he has in this world, they're...very, very precious to him. Until he can see the others again.

When Gobbet speaks again, he snorts, giving her the same sort of once over she just gave him. The same, huh?]

Yeah, maybe...'cept my pokemon never ate no one 'fore. And they only do battle with other pokemon, and never to kill. [That's not what battling is about. He doesn't, wouldn't, ever kill anyone's pokemon. He's a thug and a bully, not a murderer. Not only that, pokemon seem to have a hell of a lot more value to him than people do, all things considered.]