The scent of rain, moisture and plants may not be present for human senses, but the Torterra is very attune to those smells, immediately perking his head up. Harley's hand is rubbed a few times by the Pokemon, the top of his head feels like freshly cut grass. He takes the compliment and the attention very well, resting his head close to Harley's lap, hoping she'll keep her hand close.

"A pleasure as well, Ms. Quinn." He smiles back at her politely. "I'm impressed at the speed that news travels regarding pokemon caretaking. I will admit, finding new people to assist with my research has been strangely difficult."