[A dog? Guzma furrows his brows, canting his head to one side, then blinks. Ah! They must be talking about the brat's Lycanroc - what the heck'd she end up calling it? Some weirdass name he can't pronounce...sounded almost Kalosian. Chief fun? No, that's not it. Whatever, he doesn't care. Not his pokemon, not his problem.

It's the second half of that that has Guzma going a bit rigid. Ah, of course they'd assume that, all things considered, but that's not really the whole truth, is it? Guzma screws up his face as he rubs the back of his neck with a sigh. He certainly doesn't consider himself friends with the brat, but...they're not really enemies, either. Rivals? Perhaps, but he still seems a bit soured by the past to consider that an option. And yes he can't help caring what happens to her.]

Not really... I, uh--...can't say what we are right now, s'complicated. But I'm keeping her from getting in over her head. [Which she has a marvelous knack for doing, actually.]