Watching the proceedings with a curious glance, Sefton let his gaze trail after the woman perhaps longer than actually necessary. Eventually turning to the guard, he bit his lip. Right, what he'd come here for. "I... need to talk to the gym leader here—that's the person who leads the Blackthorn clan, right? I need to..." He shrugged, helplessly. It didn't feel like his place to explain the whole situation to someone who couldn't actually help.