"Maybe if you set up a safer place, I wouldn't," he'd say out loud as he approached her, overhearing her words.

"But I'm so good, it doesn't matter."

Kyle does not exactly paint a picture of a righteous member of the League's forces. Dressed in something casual that paled in comparison to his friend's outfit, one would think that he does not mind being in the enemy's territory. It was true in a sense, since this was the place where he used to stay before it got invaded. Then again, he wasn't anyone important. He would guess he wouldn't attract attention regardless.

"So, what were you thinking when you called for me here?" Eyes would lower to a scowl, the cheekiness present in his expression despite the disappointed tone of his words

"'Sometimes' is better than 'always'," he pointed out, a smirk appearing on his features as he finally settled in.

He'd fold his arms, trying to muse over any spots that they could find a Feebas in. He wasn't quite familiar with where they can be found, given that he wasn't interested in them the slightest, but they were pretty popular. People would be trying to find them for their evolved form, although most of them would give up after a day or two of hunting for them. There was one catch about their habits that made them different, however.

"We're going to need to move a lot if you wanna find them. I heard they don't like wandering around, so you're only likely to find one near it's nest than a single specimen on its lonesome."

Staring at the shore, he'd see a Sharpedo trying to chase a Marill around. Nature, he supposed. He'd ignore them before turning back to Evelyn. "Why'd you need a Feebas for anyways?" he'd ask as he started to walk along the shore.

"I thought you only wanted it cause a Milotic looks pretty, to be honest."

The words were too shallow compared to the truth bomb that the other just dropped. Maybe part of Kyle wanted to forget the harsh realities of the word whenever he was with people he wants to spend his time with. Having a conscience was stressful, and if he could trust Eve not to be influenced by her new environment, then he can only give her praise for what she was trying to accomplish.

"Well, I can't say I'd share the same enthusiasm." He didn't want to play the part of the martyr, and such role felt foolish in his opinion. "I'll support you nonetheless though. Maybe-"

The appearance of a wild Pokemon would interrupt him.

"Ah, one sec."

Taking out a Pokeball, he'd release Echo. The Mightyena stood proud despite being in the face of a Fairy-type. A snap of a finger coming from his trainer right then signified that he didn't need to directly confront the opposing Pokemon, however. Starting with a low growl, the Dark-type would release a roar afterwards, scaring the Wigglytuff away from their path.

"Ooh! You knew those two?" His mood lightened up, seemingly distracted by the mention of names. "Are you trying to complete a trio with those two? Like, I know you already have at least a Water-type so you shouldn't need a Milotic. You trying to be a Water-type specialist, then?"

"I have a party of Mightyena. Does that mean I'm a Dark-type specialist? I got a special gift, then."

His statement was said in jest after he noticed the cheer drop from the tone of her words, trying to uplift the mood.

"And yeah, you don't tell those things to Cait. That girl's as loyal to the League as it can get. She means well, but she can get a bit, err... self-righteous." He wasn't sure if it was the correct term, but he needed to continue his sentence anyways. "And Stormy... Stormy's good. She'll probably understand." He wasn't sure about the last part, but it kinda felt right saying that, and so he did. 'Probably' was the disclaimer in case he wasn't right.

"And don't sweat it on the leaking part. I'm not in a position to make any decision anywa-"

He stopped talking abruptly as his Mightyena notices another Pokemon. While the Dark-type continues to walk, Kyle stays in position as he talks to Evelyn, eyes still on the wild Fairy-type.

"Does that thing count? Beautiful things with power, I mean."

A hand points to the Florges at a distance away from them. It hasn't noticed them, and it does not seem to be interested in them either, minding its own business like most wild Pokemon should be. They could easily slip by without attracting its attention should they prefer, though the decision is ultimately on Evelyn since Kyle doesn't quite feel the need to catch it.