[Where Foster's expression brightens, Guzma's sours for a moment - he's not exactly keen on not getting what he asked for, but the question makes him actually raise both brows this time. Huh...could this be someone from home? No one he recognizes, obviously, given Foster's...everything, but still. Perhaps a kindred spirit? Ah, nope, a tourist, probably, but... Fuck, he's homesick, though Guzma would never admit it. Getting to actually talk about home, heck even just pokemon would do wonders for him right now.]

I'm from Alola, yeah. [He grins a bit, at the remark about the sun. Oh, you sweet summer child.] Homie, there is always sun in Alola - always - but our summers are pretty wild, even as a native. Pretty sure you can swim through the air if'n y'all were up for it.

[Humidity, man, it fucking sucks. He shifts a bit, so he's actually sitting up a bit higher against the side of his pokemon, and gives the big bug an affectionate smack on one of his huge arms.] Did ya get yourself a pokemon? One like Golisopod?