[Had Guzma had that in his life, he would have been someone else entirely. Maybe he would have been successful, maybe he would have realized the dreams that got tossed to the wayside because of his damage and that he ran out of time. Maybe he could have become a captain, a Kahuna, something important. Not the dark spot on Alola's history he is now.]

Mm.

[It's just a simple sound of acknowledgement, because there's not much else to say to that, really. He nods to the next, he knows all too well how ill-equipped his brain is for most situations. Hell, if his brain worked half as good as most people's, maybe he'd avoid a lot of bullshit. Alas!]

I won't go no where. I belong here, and besides... Don't got no where to go—'cept Nanu's I guess. But I'm sure he's sick of seein' me.

[Which almost implies that he's been there longer than he actually has, but he knows that while Nanu and him have an understanding, and a budding mentorship, Guzma's a fucking handful. He has no intention of overrunning Nanu's life, not entirely, anyway.]

If I were you, I'd've broken my nose, but too late! Missed your chance!

[He says this after his back is turned, not looking at her. But his body language and tone carriers that jovial air, and he shrugs with both arms out at his sides, palms upward. The joking helps, it does, but it doesn't change that feeling of dread that's slowly gnawing at him. A good distraction all the same.]