“You may be better off ensuring you've always got pecha berries on-hand,” Clarence offered. “They're as effective as manufactured antidotes, and for all varieties of pokemon poison, not that they vary very much. I realize this is butting-in, to an extent, but you,” he gestured to Zeran, “have scads and scads to read for work, so I can't begin to guess what you have, or haven't, read regarding the peculiarities of poisonous pokemon, and you,” he gestured to Trevor, “I expect, haven't had much time to read up on what you would, yet, and you” he turned, finally, to Moriarty, who grinned up at him with some anticipation, “are part poison-type yourself, so you get to sit there and be smug.”

Sitting back (with his gengar now very smug,) Clarence explained, a little more. “Gastly, haunter, and gengar are all dual-typed pokemon, ghost and poison. Poison-types typically cannot be poisoned themselves, and ghost-types resist poisoning, so he isn't smug without real reason.”

“What... what is it like, being human? Before or now.” Diana had a great many questions, but that was the only one she could articulate, and so she asked it, unapologetic... but tone gentle, since she realized it might not be the easiest question to answer, and for more than one reason.

Still not wanting to talk over Noemi, Clarence waited---with some difficulty---until he wouldn't, before turning to Trevor as if he meant to say something, and then abandoned his intention. There'd be time enough to discuss Timero's old bones when he wasn't pulling the course of a conversation away from Noemi, and waiting for that time was... the right thing to do. He knew she didn't get to talk to people very often; he ought to have the presence of mind to act on that knowledge.