[He's not sure if he really needs a seat, and he hesitates before he does sit back down in his spot. Not because of any suspicion of the suggestion, but to sit down seems too simple in his head in this very not ordinary situation.

But once he's sat down, he's not content to wait. She seems to know what's going on, but his mind isn't quite steady enough to just be still in thought, or not to speak and think outloud.]

I don't know if it's going to be unbelievable. When we woke up, all the stuff was gone, but they left my clothes behind? And all their pokéballs were gone, but none of them noticed anything.

[Snorlax wouldn't have likely noticed anything, but Pikachu and Saur? And it doesn't make sense to him to take off his clothes, leave him in a fresh pair of pants, and to take three used pokéballs when he had spares in his bag already. He leans a hand against the dirt, curious in the ground around him, as if maybe they just hadn't spot the balls and they would be somewhere near to them.]