There was a brief, sharper crack from the Pikachu's cheeks - his muscles were trembling slightly from all his readied electricity. "'Cause he doesn't! He's got Organization clothes, too, like Timon talked about!" Well, at least, what he was wearing fit the description. Right? Black cloak and all. Although that was kind of vague...

In any case, after a brief moment of what looked like confusion, the Pikachu went back to growling, stomping a forefoot in what was at least intended to be a menacing fashion. He wasn't quite ready to attack yet either, deciding to give the strange-smelling and ominously-dressed person time to explain himself - but he was watching for any movement very carefully.