Determined now more than ever to get all his stuff back, Tobias stood, his eyes wet, blurring his vision, obscuring the maroon Pokemon which seemed to be emitting phosphorescent flecks as it moved idly. He looked into the eyes of the girl, his own, green ones set like iron and glinting with resolution. And, for the first time, he answered what she said directly.
"It's not like you did either!" he practically shouted, his voice rife with accusation and frustration.
In a last burst of effort, he bumped into her. She was a bit shorter than him, a lot actually, and so he thought to use it to his advantage. In one last attempt, he reached for his money once again, digging towards her pocket to snatch it back. With a deep breath, he ran, heading down the road again, hoping to make it to the lab with all his things.
If he didn't have his money before he got his first Pokemon, he wouldn't get far enough to where he could actually sustain both himself and his Pokemon on the money he made from defeating other trainers. He wouldn't let that happen. His mind then began to drift back to that girl. She had her own Pokemon, why not get money from battling other trainers in the city, instead of stealing from people. Why would she help him then steal his money anyway?