"Good..." Bishop too got off the bike, sighing as he looked over the creases in his suit. Not that it'd matter; if Dragon were serious about his proposal earlier, he wouldn't be wearing it for much longer. "We're not much farther from Pewter City now...I do hope that Brock is well. He's sort of a family friend, having consulted with my father on breeding tips every now and then. It's been far too long since I've visited Pewter City, come to think of it."