Ken nodded, a smile forming as he did so. "Sure am. Just came in from Vermillion not too long ago. Me and my bro here have been at the lodge just down the road. Pretty nice place, but man, I can't wait to actually get on the road out of here." He leaned back into the bench in a very casual stance, crossing one of his legs over the other at the knee. "Likewise. I'm Ken, that's Takeo, and that's Chopper," He said, motioning to his brother and Machop respectively. Takeo raised a hand and waved to him, while Chopper took a keen interest in Washi.<br/><br/>While the trainers looked on, Chopper eyed the Rufflet with crossed arms, and when he squawked at him, he made some sounds of his own, making a stance that looked vaguely like a sparring stance. As a Fighting type, his idea of play often involved physical altercations and activities, whether wrestling or running around. He hopped around a bit on his feet, eagerly awaiting what Washi was going to do, and completely ignoring the other kid that walked up to the group.<br/><br/>Immediate concern crossed Ken's face, and he responded quietly. "Huh...No, not where I'm from." He leaned forward, straightening his stance out in the process. Kids wandered around Kanto on their own all the time, but few looked so ragged. Draco, she called herself, was pretty clearly struggling. "Yo, I'm Ken. Like Ryan said, if ya need help, we'll do what we can."<br/><br/>Takeo, remaining quiet, looked at Draco with equal concern and nervousness. He didn't say anything, and sort of repositioned Maggie in his arms so that his face below the nose was hidden behind her dorsal fin. While his brother handled the newcoming kid, he eventually let his attention wander, and Poppy caught his attention on a nearby bench. She had two Pokemon, which was immediately interesting to him. And one of them was one of the three most often bred and distributed to new trainers in Kanto. He wondered if she was already licensed, or had a lucky catch out in the wild. While he thought about how much he'd like to have one of those three, or even one of some other region's trio, he didn't notice just how noticeable his stare at them was getting. Something about meeting another trainer's eyes being the start of a confrontation hung in the back of his head, drowned out by thoughts of adorable reptiles.<br/><br/>An intercom just outside the lab began to speak as a small group of people exited the front doors. "Now serving appointment #338! Come on in!" The voice was that of a very inviting, friendly-sounding woman, and after the message ended, a short jingle played and the intercom went quiet.<br/><br/>Ken looked up as it happened, his attention grabbed. "Oh, it's gettin' close. Should be next up, even. You guys wanna come in with us? Save some time, get on the road quicker, that good stuff." He directed the offer mostly to Ryan, but wouldn't mind if some more folks tagged along as well.