[as Guzma steps back, Newt's attention goes straight back to the pokemon in front of him. He grins up at Golisopod, widely, which warps the scars on his face in a mildly strange way--but it's sincere, at least]

Hey Golisopod! Sorry I forgot your name earlier. There's, like eight or nine hundred pokemon last time I checked, and unfortunately a pokedex isn't something I've ever come in contact with. I'm Newt! [and yep he sure is...holding out his hand l o l]