“Yeah, as far as I can tell, there’s a lot of ‘em around here,” the Farfetch’d responded. He looked around, seeming rather worried. “Doin’ those Pokémon battles and throwin’ balls around… It can get pretty cramped in there…” He had a relaxed expression when he put his empty wing forward, finger-feathers splayed open. “Anyway, since we’re getting to chat and know each other, name’s Jack. Didn’t catch your name, though.”
[Yeah, I’d say this is the world with the Trainers.]