"Those boneheads don't have the brain cells to cause that kind of trauma," he notes derisively. "Not that I enjoy seeing them at all, mind you. But there's not much to do about it other than ignore them."

While Harley is checking out the terminal, Caspar has found a spot of blank wall to lean against. He looks over when Harley speaks, expecting her to ask a question about the terminal. When she instead offers him a chance to leave, he blinks, then looks down at his cup of coffee.

"I don't mind," he admits quietly. "I have some time to kill." A trainer walks in with a bellosom, the flower pokémon singing a happy little melody, and a faint smile graces his face. "Besides, I like the scenery."