"I don't care what they're here for." He was still holding Bicho's pokéball, not really looking at it, but it was with a sort of reluctant care he didn't. "As long as we get the hell out of here now while we still can."

Ever the optimist, of course. He adjusted his backpack, looking at the other two almost angrily, while putting the pokéball back into his pocket.

"Don't just stand there! Get moving!"

He was walking even as he yelled it at them. His nerves were kinda frazzled, even if he was attempting to stay somewhat calm. His head was still mostly clear, though - probably because he still had that aggressive outlet of shouting and snapping and being pretty unpleasant.