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The extent of Lucas's understanding of the conversation was that 'pockets' was a funny word, then his attention redirected to Alba when the man said his name, a clear horror spreading on his face. "Oh man, no. Please shu' up." A clumsy hand fumbled into his pockets one at at a time, drawing out a couple fistfuls of pokeballs and the small handgun he had fired at the fleeing Growlithe. He didn't really remember what they wanted from him, but he hoped it was something he had found.

He stared disinterestedly as Claire took the pokeballs - missing one that hadn't quite left his hand after leaving his pocket - but snapped to attention when he realized she had hold of the gun. "Hey..." And then she was in the drawer full of guns, and an unmistakable rage darkened his features. "Hey! Pu' tha' down!" He attempted to stand and remove her from the firearms forcibly but found himself unable to do so. Hell if that would stop him, though. Claire would find the missed pokeball sailing squarely at her head - according to Lucas's perception. In actuality it was doomed to careen harmlessly past her shoulder and clatter against the opposite wall unless she intercepted its path.

Alba sat wide-eyed when the gun had appeared. He quickly calmed himself when Claire proved to know just what to do with it, but not quick enough to stop Lucas from sending his last pokeball flying. Spook returned to sitting behind Alba with a squeak. Al stayed seated, but now ready to move forward if Lucas started to act up at all.

"I was just putting it away." Oh yes, that was it. No surprise there. That said, she held the ball in her hand and stood, walking over to sit next to him on the bed before raising a hand to gently squeeze his shoulder. "Don't worry, I promised. I just wanted to put it away so you can sleep. You want us to stop talking, don't you?" Yes, bribe him with sleep. He needed to, anyway, and to stay in here...

On that note, she peered at the ball in her hands. "Is this Merry's?" Well, one way to find out, since Lucas seemed too concussed and confused to even speak properly. With that, she pressed the ball in the center to release the pokeball's occupant, hoping it was indeed the Chimecho.

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"Don' wanna sleep," he corrected. Despite this, he leaned backwards and lay properly on the bed, returning his hand to his head. "Hur's. Jus' wan' quiet." He ignored the question of the pokeball's occupant, allowing the released pokemon to speak for herself. It quickly became evident that the pokeball did indeed belong to Merry, the Chimecho sparing a few swift glances before locating Lucas and proceeding to his side, a concerned chiming filling the room. The human, however, moved a hand as if to shoo her. "No. Shh." Whose idea was it to put a bell on a damned pokemon anyway? It was too noisy.

Alba nodded at the motion, following her out after a quiet command for Spook to stay put and watch Lucas for him. Even then, he kept throwing worried glances at his roommate until he was standing in the hall.

Once they were out in the hall she gently closed the door with a click and sighed. "Okay, so. Lucas got a concussion in that mission earlier, a really bad one. He hit his head on a rock really hard from the wave of water Kyogre shot at us," she explained in a quiet voice so as not to disturb the concussed man inside. Merry would know what she meant. "He needs quiet and he needs sleep, and he needs to stay in this room." The last need had more emphasis than the first two, and she paused before continuing. "One of the effects of concussions is passing out at random, which isn't good if he's up and wandering around the hallways, okay? Both of you need to make sure he doesn't wander off. I'll stop by a lot too but we'll both be working, so," she turned to the Chimecho, "you need to make sure Lucas stays in bed unless someone else is around too, okay Merry?" Hopefully she'd understand. She wasn't at all familiar with concussions or their effects but she knew it would be bad if Lucas didn't get enough rest, and he'd only get enough rest if he stayed in his room, which... she honestly wasn't sure if he would or not.

"Good, that too." It was reassuring that Alba at least had some idea of what to do with concussed people. She had no clue at all except what the doctors had told her. Anyway, she nodded her head in agreement to knocking before continuing. "I know they gave him something for it, not sure what though.. I wasn't in there when they gave it to him, whatever it was." So he was good for now, and he would sleep and get better soon. Hopefully.