Gary watched her grab the medallion away from him, eyebrow raised. But he was distracted by the name she gave a moment later. "Ace you say?" He asked, his voice uncharacteristically tight. He remembered the name. His Grandfather had mentioned it, when he was a boy. He clenched his fist reflectively. It wasn't like him to feel this way about a specific pokemon, but he did. He couldn't forget all the nights he and his sister had been left alone, while the Professor was off with "Ace". He hadn't mentioned the name a lot, but often enough.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat, speaking without any hint of a smile or a joke. "Well, I'm sorry I can't help you much, Charity." All these thoughts of his Grandfather were leading to other bitter memories. With Charity. "I'm sure he's off on private business, he does that a lot. He'll turn up. He always does." Gary shrugged. "It's private business for Professors, maybe he'll tell you about it. I'm sure the feather belongs to some pokemon or another." He turned away from her, walking slowly. "I better go find your patient, right? You've got to get to Pewter City."