"It's me," Pokey hisses the words through his teeth as he watches his younger self run away. He seems to be satisfied at the moment with just letting young him go. Let him get his ass beat somehow. Pokey sure doesn't care.

He does look at the smaller version of Eliza by the girl's side. He tries to smile, still struck a bit from the run in with himself. "Hey, I'm Pokey," he says. "You got your Pokemon yet, like older you here?"