"Excuse my choice of word, then. Snap decisions, if you will." The stranger does not seem well to his uncertain eyes, from the jitter that Ingo is practically feeling from across the room to the unceremoniousโฆ outburst they've hardly had the time to even get over, let alone forget. Their words still ring in the back of his mind, cracking through the tracks of his racing thoughts.
Not to mention the face they're making. There's something a bit unnerving about it, despite how quickly he's pulled himself back together. Hastily may be a better word.
"Ah, I did not mean to imply that your own partner ought toโฆ" Ingo flounders for a beat, attention caught by the sudden release of the aforementioned pokรฉmon. It isn't quite to the scale of an Alpha, but it's certainly sizable in its own respect. He often makes an effort to avoid honchkrow, if only so as to not find himself in the centerfolds of a bustling flock of murkrow in search of a target. They're perfectly fine to contend with in a one on one setting, but the greater the numbersโฆ It's just odd to see one so close without it being one he's already deeply familiar with, is all.
"Oh, safety first, please! If there is precautionary equipment provided, there is certainly a reason for it!" His attention is completely diverted at the suggestion. Words reflexively snap out of him before he even really takes a moment to consider them, gently chiding in tone. He doesn't normally wear one in the air, but given the optionโ well, Ingo was never one to attempt to avert safety protocols without good reason.
"โฆRight. Of courseโ rent a charizard," he belatedly adds. The thought hadn't even crossed his mindโ though Gliscor, to be frank, is not a comfortable option for long term flight. Butโฆ it's feasible enough contrary to the expectations of his clanmates. He hadn't even stopped to consider the potential of safer modern amenities, hand resting on the hand-carved shell of one of his team's pokeballs.
(โฆThe sight of the keys is, if nothing else, certainly enough to reassure him in some sense. He must work here, or something to that affect.)
Ingo navigates to attempt to call Nanu as he follows the way they had pointed, plucking the small object up off of the desk as the quiet ringtone goes off. "โฆExcuse me, weโ Emmet, please return the phone to the officerโ We've a visitor, andโฆ Yes, there's someone else here," He is cut off by a rush of crackling sound, the xtrans held close to his chest as he investigates the small gray pager, twisting it about in his hand.
"I've the money to pay for it myself. There's no needโฆ to. . ." Ingo trails off.
He has absolutely no idea how to operate this.
There's no convenient paper nearby with the instructions, nor is it simply embedded into the plastic like some other things he's seen with niche functionality. Ingo flips it over one last time for good measure, half an ear cast towards the hijacked call on his wrist. Just a dark screen, and a small selection of buttons. None of them seem to do anything until he stumbles over one and the thing jolts with a flicker of light from the screen.
Alright. Well. It's on. Now what..?
"โYes, my head is feeling better. Everything is fine, I promise." Which, in all fairness, is hardly a lie. His head does feel better than it had before his nap, if only marginally so. There's still a deep, persistent ache that resonates through the curve of his eye and the back of his head that beats like the roll of a drum, butโ it's fine. Just fine. Either it'll go away or it won't, but the strange man behind him certainly doesn't seem ready to pull the brakes on this whole debacle anytime soon. "I just need to tell you that me andโฆ pardon meโ what's your name, sir?"
