I can't think of any other person with a head as small as yours.

[Norman can't recall a time where things felt so- so simple. Before coming to Johto, even after the investigation, the agent was too caught up in the now. Always moving. No time to breath. It was enough to look (and feel) like a Grade A mess. But to see kid like Shaun be look at a hat with such awe is something indescribable. Something you can't learn or experience from the FBI Academy.]

You're going to beat Falkner, right? Might as well show him that Shaun Mars is an official trainer of the league.