Setsuo took her hand in a firm, yet gentle grip and shook it.<br/>"Unusual name. I like it. You've got some impressive pokemon. I'm not quite on that level just yet."<br/>His grin never wavered. Nor did his eyes. They took in the Furrett qiuckly, assessing what level it probably was and what it was likely to be capable of. His mind worked in very strange ways. He could be thinking about the most random things and then become extremely analytical without batting an eye lash. He could tell that Emerald's Furrett wasn't trained for battle. It was trained for show. He looked back to her face, noticing, seemingly for the first time, that it was pouring now. His hat, hair, and clothes were getting soaked. And he wasn't even wearing a jacket.<br/>"Huh..... Maybe we should go somewhere a bit dryer."