Jon groans, more defeated than in pain; it takes everything in him to peel himself up off the ground. He can't let the combination of eating shit be combined with letting someone who can't see try to pick up his mess for him.

"I'm alright, don't worry," He manages, straightening out his back, before joining her to pick up the rods. "I'm, ah--- sorry you had to see that, but you haven't got to trouble yourself with these. I was just giving the Pokemon a hard time about it because he's always sitting over there, looking terribly smug."

A beat, and he finally gets a good look at who's come to join him. He thought she seemed familiar - turns out that was for a very good reason.

"What brings you up this way, if you don't mind my asking? I hope all that wasn't so visible from the road that it took you out of wherever you'd been headed before."