[It was Houndoom perking up that alerted Clavell, eyes lifting from the cup of hot tea he had gotten from a vending machine. It was lidded, so at least it was easy to place down as he stood for a careful approach-]

Totodile tend to be like that, energetic to a fault- and just a tad clumsy in their excitement.

[There was still a fond tone, even with how worrying the whole vending machine part of it was. He would still much rather the pokémon inside find people that would take good care of them than remain in there.]

Ah, pardon me. I am Director Clavell, and I am from a world creatures like this -pokémon- are native to.

[Houndoom just behind him, easily peering from his side, and Litten perched just on the larger pokémon's back.]