Gray mentally shook his head at what he was about to do, before sighing and opening the black satchel on his hip. Inside, at least a dozen small, red and white Poke-Balls rested - a lot different that the six gray and black Poke-Balls on his belt. The eleven year old grabbed one Poke-Ball, before twirling it on his finger and flicking it through the air like a bullet, right for Hemmy. He didn't know why he decided to do the other boy a favor, but for some reason, he felt as if he had to.

"Heal him with the machine. It's painless." He responded, ignoring his offer for a tour. He didn't plan on sticking around Viridian for all that long.