[Thomas glances away uncomfortably, idly tugging at the end of his sleeve. He is still a bit sore about being accused of working for the enemy, so to speak. Recognizing this as petty, he sighs and shakes his head, giving N a reassuring look.] It is not your fault. Clearly this man is a criminal of the lowest sort. There's no way you could have anticipated this kind of reaction.

But... if you're sure we shouldn't notify the police... [He pauses, letting the statement float for a while in case N had changed his mind.] ...then I suppose it is up to us to rescue Paprika. And Dragonite, of course, if she's willing to help. [Seeing Dragonite in her true form had left an impression on him; he hadn't appreciated what Pokemon could truly be before that.

He hesitates for a moment, looking away guiltily.] I do still have my gun, you know...