Henry's eyes were strained by the sun by the time he got to the bus depot. He gave a grunt of annoyance as he reached into his pocket and flipped open a small metal case, which opened to reveal a pair of thin, metal-framed, square shield sunglasses. He quickly donned them with a grimace and climbed onto the bus to find a seat. The driver began to squawk at him, "You're a trainer? How wonderful! You have a bit more of a mature look to you, sort of devil-may-care. Just your name please and you can take a seat."

He sighed slowly before turning back in unison with Belle. "Name's Heinrich Irons, that all you need?" He tried his hardest not to sound immediately annoyed, and the woman nodded with a smile before directing him to a seat next to the window, next to that boy he saw with the Dratini back at the airport. "And sir, please do remember that we have a 3' limit on pokemon, so please retrieve yours if it is larger than the limit." He sat down and Belle came to rest in the breast pocket of his jacket, staring on at the woman with just as bored a look at himself. "2 feet here, it'll be fine. Belle's solid, probably punch a hole in this dinky bus before getting hurt anyway."

He took a brief look towards the boy next to him. Yoshi, he thought he had heard? He gave a small nod of greeting, but didn't say much beside, "What's up," before returning his gaze to the environment outside, ready for the bus to depart.