There's nothing there, nothing but the deep, instinctive urge to R U N.

Not many things drew Tom out of his shop, much preferring to stay inside with Pick and wait for customers. However, his faithful, nosy little swoobat companion was attentive, and with their keen hearing they didn't miss much. They'd taken Tom by his hood and all but dragged him out the door, barely giving him time to pick up his bag lock up before continuing on.

Only when Tom stopped pitching a fit was he released. His ears twitched at the sound of distressed, potentially pained wailing, understanding immediately why Pick had been in such a hurry to get him outside. Hopefully he had his kit in his bag, if not then there could be trouble. He followed the source of the noise, his stride going from hurried to cautious upon spotting a downed rattata. He was thankful, worried he'd have to be dealing with something considerably more dangerous. His focus was fixed primarily on the injured pokemon, crouching and offering an outstretched hand, the other hand rummaging through his bag to see if he still had a packet of dried berries.

He ignored Pick, who was trying to get his attention, under the assumption there wasn't anyone else around to worry about an that Pick was acting up about him having gotten so close to a wild pokemon. He managed to get the rattata to take a couple of berries, and shuffle a little closer to him. It looked like an in-house job, figuring out how to get it back to the shop was going to be tricky... He pushed Pick away gently as they got up in his face.

"You're going to scare it, Pick, it's ok. I've done this before, you've been there every time just about, so calm down a little."