Morty let a small smile creep onto his lips, tilting his head slightly as he took her hand gently and turned it over, holding it with both of his own. "Being worried just shows you care. It's good to meet you, Christa. I'm Morty, as you must already know." The smile on his face stayed there for a moment longer as he gazed passed her. "I'm not surprised you made it to me then, Miss Gym Leader, despite the type disadvantage."
He eased his already light grip on her hand and gestured downward. "I know you're not here for a battle, so why don't we sit down and make ourselves more comfortable?" And he did just that, though the wood wasn't exactly comfortable by definition. It was better than standing, regardless.
He waved he off once she was sat down and shrugged his shoulders. "It's not actually all that late for me...so don't worry about that." He reached out his hands, palms up, to her. "So you want me to look ahead and see where these so called dangerous dreams will take him..?" He raised a brow, letting his eyes wander until he decided to close them. "Tell me more about this man."