Ash's brows knitted and he looked sideways. How old was the guy beside him? He looked over eighteen. He still lived with his parents? Ash shook his head---he wasn't one to put labels on anyone. Besides, Fox worked at a little gas station. "I dunno how good a teacher I might be..." He admitted with a shrug. "I mean, I've never really trained anyone... or taught anyone... And would your parents really trust someone like me to keep you... y'know, alive? I might be pretty well known but I'm not exactly a good guard." He shrugged, looking out the window and seeing the gas station coming up on their right. "Maybe... I should meet them before I head off? Let them know what their kid's getting into? I still have the rest of the day here and I'm not really heading off anytime soon." He looked at Fox and his wildly blowing hair and laughed a bit.