[The shrug is a little hard to do with Lillie braced and sitting in the crook of his arm, but Guzma attempts anyway. I mean, he's never really sat down to count all the wayward nobodies that come his way, looking for a place of acceptance...but there are indeed a lot of people in the world that need someone to at least look after them. Team Skull and Po Town in general may not have been the best place, mind, but they had something going together. Better than being homeless and alone, that's for damn sure. Or sometimes, in the place they had escaped from...the people they had escaped from. Guzma knows that a little too well, and Lillie, too.

He continues, glad that it seems like the kid's calmed down enough to talk to him. Perhaps she's real good at ignoring the ghost of her mom, or the mirage only lasts in Mu for a short while? He's not aware, Guzma can't see Lusamine either way (and thank god for that), but it's good that Lillie has a focus elsewhere. Though, er-hem...he does scoff a bit at what she says feeling his face heat up a little, and a frown curl on his face. Don't remind him how much he misses those stupid punks.]

Tch! I just don't like to see kids cry--unbelievable, I know. [Considering he was the cause of a lot of tears back in the day. Didn't mean he enjoyed it, once the anger burned away..and the facade of a confident and bold-faced thug was just an ashy mess.] 'Sides, no little sister of mine s'gonna go running 'round like some shaggy Stoutland! They all ladies.

[He grins, the curl merging into a bit of a dark twist.] Ahah...who'm I kidding? They were punk princesses that'd put a knife in your back if'n you overstepped their boundaries, but they looked dope as heck, yo!