[ After a moment's inspection, it's clear that whoever this boy is, he's not a trainer. He also seems to be apart of some weird organization or another, with that uniform. The boy doesn't look that harmless, but he can never be too sure. He reaches to gently put his hand on Arcanine's side, and like that, the Pokemon straightens up. While staring at Armin. ]

More like trying to get away. Didn't you notice how weird this place is? [ He flicks a nod in the general direction of the town. ] Something's not right here.

I don't have time for dealing with this, either. [ Shrug. Faster he finds a way out, the better. ]