"Yeah. At least I can say it's my job to worry about things going wrong."

Jacob idly tosses a couple of his now-empty meat sticks in a nearby receptacle. He wonders what it must be like to be the natives showing up to these things. Are they blissfully unaware of the dangers that might burst onto the scene without warning, living lives where they aren't expected to be 'heroes?' Or are they more anxious and vulnerable than Jacob could ever be, fully aware that they don't have the same advantages, powers, and resurrection potential as the mighty imPorts?

"Besides, I can still defend myself without my full equipment... and you've got your Pokemon with you just in case, don't you?"