[He apparently didn't check well enough because a certain blonde just happens to be at the right place at the right time to see Ocelot fumble. The man claps his gloved hands slowly and steps forward, his eyebrows arched and a smirk spread across his lips. He's not a stranger to weird dimension jumping and the creatures in this particular world so he's far more relaxed than usual.]
B - Goldenrod City!
Getting a bit rusty, are we, Ocelot?