"It's not the kind of technology you run into every day, at least not in my line of work, but yes, they're not exactly rare." Dragonite follows as they walk, not walking itself but hovering along the ground. Show-off. When they pause and Dragonite returns to its feet, it gestures toward Sam's filthy state with a worried croon.

"At least we have Dragonite," Sam offers as he pets his friend, comforting it and letting it know he's unharmed (physically, at least).