The agent pressed his lips uncertainly. Was it okay to touch the Pokémon and pick it up?
"Opinions?" he asked, glancing at the Deino.
"Smells funky. I don't really trust it," she replied warily. "But that thing's a fairy-type, right? You've got Clara, an army of steel, plus your metal pipe. If it tries to do anything funny I'm pretty sure it's done for."
He'd rather not have to use the pipe at all, really.
Deciding to give it a shot, he carefully picked up the Jigglypuff and carried it over to the sofa, right where he'd been sitting before. The sofa had plenty of comfortable pillows to snuggle with and just overall a neat place to be.
"You look dizzy, best stay put and rest a little until your head clears up," he suggested, Donna hopping up beside the guest Pokémon. "Need any food or water? ...Did somebody throw you for you to crash in at that speed?" He wasn't entirely sure if he should be more concerned about more wild Pokémon potentially canonballing through his window in the future or if he should be concerned that Pokémon were being tossed around.