The girl was about to really tear into the gate receptionist, when to her absolute surprise, the boy from earlier stepped between them. A response died on her lips as he gently took her aside. As he told her to take it easy, she was ready to respond that she was fine and that it was none of his business. Something stopped her from speaking, though, and she wasn't entirely sure what it was. Her brain was working better than it had in weeks, thanks to having some food to fuel it. That alone was giving her enough time to stop and think about what was going on instead of having an immediate reaction. 

He could have just left her alone. He could have simply ignored the situation like everyone else in the small gate station. He hadn't, though, and he'd been more concerned about her than he had been about the woman in uniform. 

Why?

She didn't get it, and no matter how hard she thought about it, it didn't make any sense. She turned to look for him after he'd stepped away for a bit, and found him talking with a pink Pokemon with a dopey face, one she didn't recognize. With a faint sigh, she went over toward him, looking curious. "Who's this big fella?"