[The tiny, insect Pokemon regards Lillie closely, the 'eyes' on its head still pointed up intimidatingly, buzzing by Guzma's shoulder before shaking its 'eyes' at her and darting away. To which Guzms just rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Typical...]

Yeah, so that's my Masquerain...she's a spitfire, don't get along well with most folk, and sure as heck likes to fight. Sorta like me...[Guzma frowns a bit. Honestly, Masquerain was a lot like he used to be. Aggressive, hotheaded, ready to take on anything and anyone, and not really a 'team player' outside of people he was especially close to.] She'll come around, 'ventually...

I think you'll like Pinsir, actually, c'mon...he's probably 'round back. Or up'n the trees? [Guzma flicks his sunglasses over his eyes and begins scanning the palms around.] Guess I could just call 'em all over.