Steven nods in vague acknowledgement of the plan, though he's mostly lost in though. Being able to talk to someone outside of all of this would be nice, especially if Joker is being honest about his willingness to help him. There's something else on his mind, though.

"Could you..." he starts, like he's not sure if he should ask. He crosses his arms over his belly again. "Could you bring me my Pokemon? Bud? She's probably scared without me, and... I don't want her to worry..."

That's the pink, mantis looking one that hangs out around Steven's trailer.