Wells' thoughts were racing, as he still felt pressure after talking to Germaine. Quickly, words stringed themselves into sentences, hopefully proving useful during their next meeting. Wells convinced himself that he never feared Germaine, knowing that the crowd will be far more reassured if they thought he was calm. He decided to let Fluke out of his Pokeball, and the little guy seemed to celebrate in his own way by performing a small dance and surrounding himself in small sparks. It seems like his plan to reassure the crowd proved to be quite a hit. Seeing Fluke happy was ultimately what made him smile again. It was his way of knowing that he was a positive force for someone else. Suddenly, the blue-haired boy growled. Again, it was a beastly, primal growl, the work of instinct. Of hunger. 

"We'll need to keep an eye on Germaine in the future. Next time, we might be on our own, and we'll be forced to fight him. If he keeps spreading terror like that, I'd say it would be for the better. Currently, we've been reminded of a far more pressing issue: our own hunger. I'm certain that there will be pleasant surprises waiting in our hotel. Whether it's fine dining or a rich buffet."

Wells looked at the hotel, standing still. He wanted to see who he should follow.