Can't kick your ass if you're cooked like Alolan barbecue, can I?

[He shoots back dismissively, looking away from her as he now has a clearer view of the damage to her face. His attention had been on that arm at first, then the teller he had taken from her. But now? Now he had a better view of her burnt face, and its healing, and he honestly could do without the visual.

He ain't squeamish, or some weak shit like that, but if he had to choose? He'd rather not see it, thanks. Of course, he makes it seem like he just looked at where she nodded towards, not avoiding watching her flesh mend. These powers are fucking wild, and he's barely even got his figured out.]

Aiight, that makes this easy. Yo, Golisopod! [The Pokémon stops a second to look over at Guzma, head perked.] Douse this whole place, no point in letting the fire spread, huh?

[With that, Golisopod ramps up the water, blasting away the flames without mercy. Guzma, meanwhile, will start on his way to the window, glancing back at Andy, he speaks wryly:]

Don't go tellin' people I helped ya. Don't need people getting the wrong impression of me, yo.

[And with that, he'll be hauling his ass and the teller through the window.]