Ah, this just seemed to be how Helga was. It didn't bother him. "No problem. If you remember to bring it when you challenge the gym, that's cool. If not, don't worry about it." He shrugged and sat back down. It was just a bin, and she could probably use it more than he could. "I've got plenty of food tins."
He stretched in the chair, a few joints popping in the process. With a sigh, he let himself fall limp against the seat and lazily shove his hands in his pockets. "Have fun on your journey. If you need help, don't be afraid to ask. I can find sh--stuff for you to do around the gym." Censoring his language was unnecessarily difficult, but. Best to not contaminate today's youth with foul language.
Helga nodded to show her understanding before waving goodbye. Seeing the man slump into the chair made her wonder how much of his time went into running the place, she didn't even know how often Ryan would get challengers or what the chances were of winning. Would she just be one of many, she wondered as she approached the doors out of the Gym.
"See you soon." she said, "I'll make sure my team is strong enough to reach you."