The face that greets her is familiar, and she can immediately place a name to it. Someone would have to be really sheltered not to know who the man was if they lived within Hoenn. "Fernan- er, Mr. Silph!" She still wasn't positive if the man preferred to be addressed so formally or not. Despite her typically outgoing persona, she wasn't a ruffian. Especially not to someone whose company dominated the majority of Hoenn and whose influence traversed outside of it.

His question earns a pause from her. She had a rising suspicion that he had forgotten her name - it wouldn't be the first time she'd caught him redhanded. However, the trivial detail is forgotten by the sense of familiarity he regards her with and the question that's tossed in her court. Typically, she would've responded as optimistic as usual, with a boisterous expression that was hard to forget. However, Noelle seemed far more...subdued, as she takes her time in answering.

They'd had a few encounters before - to where the man had once been her 'shoulder to cry on'. And so, she's not as uptight about keeping appearances within his presence. "S...Sorta," she decided to answer him truthfully. "But, not...terrible." She offered a small smile that could be considered slightly forced. "It's good to see you again though." She's nothing but sincere, and this time, allows a wider, more vibrant smile to yawn onto her lips. She didn't seem to mind the scathingly bitter look that always seemed to permeate his face. It reminded her of a dragon - terrifying, but likely hiding something far sweeter beneath.

"How about you? Not too stressed out with all that boring business stuff, right?" Was it rude to call his business development boring?

Green eyes would briefly flicker away from his own, if just to train themselves onto the ship that so boldly drew closer and closer. Its proximity was enough to where even the drunkest of party goers seemed to notice. A faint mist rolled forward over the water and consume both ships, likely a pokemon's doing due to the otherwise clear sky just up ahead. Was this...apart of the 'party' experience? Maybe a show of some sort? 

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Noelle nodded in agreement, taking his muted encouragement with a small smile. He had a point, however small it was. She didn't go into any detail nor try to dump her feelings onto the man, instead allowing the conversation to flow towards him. Unfortunately, they were interrupted by the encroaching ship, its foreboding presence impossible to ignore.

Before she could mention it once more though, her attention was snagged as her wrist was. She stumbled slightly by his tug, slightly surprised by it, but not protesting. Perhaps against better judgement, she lacked any feeling of anxiety the dark presence gave, instead finding herself curious by it. However, Fernando's clear distaste of the ship was hard to miss. Was he afraid?

She didn't care about being strung along, following after him with a tight knit of her brows.

"Yea, I do. Only two, but they're reliable." Noelle affirms, her lips setting into a more serious expression. "I can..." Her voice faltered for a moment, before she gains the strength to speak louder, "I can protect you if needed." She knew he possessed capable pokemon of his own. Maybe it was to prove to herself and make a point - she wasn't sure. But, the words felt right, and the offer was there.

There was a slight rumble, the boat harshly jerking as though it'd ran into something. Or, something ran into it. The far larger ship had parked itself right against the yacht, towering over it with a domineering presence. Mist seeped on board now, making it hard to see one's own hand in front of their face. There was the sound of voices, hard and rough and a flurry of movement...Were they boarding? She felt a small shiver trail down her spine.

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The pink-haired trainer's gaze grows curious as she watched his familiar interaction with the room. "I'll be fine." She quickly reassures him. Two pokemon that she's never seen emerge. The more dog-like of the two approached her, and there's a quick squeeze of her chest. The emotion that passes through her is swift.

This pokemon felt...familiar. But, she's positive she's never seen it before in her life. Time proves to be working against them though, as glass is shattered, the sharp shards only narrowly missing them both.

"Mr. Silph-?!" Her concerned shout is relieved with a sigh when she realizes he's fine as well. As much as she didn't want him, or anyone else, to get hurt, she'd rather not have league officials hunting her down for failing to protect him.

She doesn't hesitate in releasing her own pokemon. A dragonite and blastoise materialize, slightly cramped within the room, but attentive and ready. Squinting against the thick fog and staring through the broken glass, she huffed.

"I'm going out there." She was positive she'd be fine - maybe a few scraps and bruises, but it'd be fine. Especially with three strong pokemon on her back. But, really, the last thing they needed was for another hyper beam to go through the window now that the protective glass was gone.

"Stay in here, Mr. Silph." She pauses, adding with a little hidden grin, "watch my back, okay?"

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