"I see," he peered over to stare at the bike. He had seen it in the parking lot a few times, both with and without its driver. Weavile didn't know much about vehicles, but he could tell it was a nice ride. Then again, Weavile didn't even have a license. Such things just seemed useless to Pokemon.

She seemed to have everything in control. Far be it for him to force help onto someone who didn't need it. "Somehow I doubt a motorcycle is winter-friendly. Will you still use it later in the season?"