Greg wasn't really one to be told what to do, he wasn't used to it first of all, for 6 years he had lived on his own and he really didn't get used to taking orders as a result. Secondly the way she said it did set him off, with the way she suddenly switched motives it was irking to him. He stormed over, or rather as much as a 16 year old kid can storm without looking silly, to her and was about to yell when he saw her pokemon and her eating quietly. His anger did not fade but rather turned on himself as he inwardly yelled for getting himself so worked up only to have a situation where he could not get the release he desired. He took a deep breath and walked over to the table quietly, seemingly calm. He didn't bother to see if she was paying attention he just started spouting in the softest voice of embarrassment. "Greg, that's it. And I was watching you from the air. Ariana... my Salamance and I were sleeping quite nearby where the Aggron and the Tyranitar had been fighting. Ariana... she must have seen and felt the fighting and didn't want me to get hurt. I remember waking up  on her back in the air. When I saw that there was going to be a battle I got curious... that's it." he said finally looking at her, his own little stance of defiance completed and yet he still didn't feel the best. He wanted to see some response that his words at least registered....