Chu-e was one to the first to arrive. One might think someone like Choi would be the type to be fashionably late. Which... was normally true, in a sense, but he had been much too eager to get off the sub to linger in his new office and skim over reports. The mystery rock sickness was still clinging to him and making the effects much worse than normal. At least he wasn't contagious (as far as he knew).

He winked at the Murkrow as he passed, then raised a hand in greeting to Remiel Calcifet and bryan delarosa when he was inside. No time was wasted sitting down; he even kicked back in the plush leather chair and used it to spin a circle. Which was a bad idea, given he was already a seasick mess, but totally worth it.

"Remy. Bryan. Thanks!" He grinned, leaning his elbow against the fancy table so he could rest his chin in his palm. "You know, it's super rude not to call people, Bryan." Wiggling his brow at the other, he snorted before addressing Remiel again. "I hope this isn't something boring, like budgets. This room makes me feel like a Bond villain. I wanna keep that energy."

Gavin is not far behind Lulu Flint, drifting into the room with his Rotom-possessed phone hovering after him. Though dark circles under his eyes and a stifled yawn suggests the underboss is not long out of bed, there's not a hair out of place as he takes his seat.

He hates this meeting room.

"Calcifet," he greets, offering Remiel Calcifet a nod of acknowledgement. His gaze sharpens as it falls upon bryan delarosa. "Delarosa."

The grunt is out of place among Rocket brass, but it's the memory of Declan Walsh's not-birthday that edges Gavin's stare. His stoic demeanor softens at Chu-e Choi's humour, smirk tugging brief at the edge of his lips.

"If it's important, best not keep it waiting."

Chu-e was ready to make another quip but the promise of new information makes him pause. When the folder is handed out, he makes short work of flipping it open to devour the contents inside. His eyes latch on certain pieces of information, though, which he feels could help this.

"The head ranger, Laurence Anderson, needs to be added to this list." Chu-e taps the folder as he says it, crossing his legs with one knee over the other, leaning back in his chair. The thought crosses his mind to also mention cait alfric yet... something stops him. Some soft, weak little part of his heart she had wiggled into. Much like Razz Kingsman, Cait was one of the few good buds of the League he could see. It was just unfortunate, for both Cait and Razz, they were on opposite sides (and in Razz's case, for having past ties to Rocket).

"I did that Adventour thing, was in a group with him. He sprouted ice wings and flew around at one point." Which, sure, could be written off as just a pokemon, but it was suspicious. As far as he knew, no known Ice types would have been able to do that, at least without it being obvious Lars was being carried by something.

But, as for the matter at hand.

"Some religious groups are already really mad about it, mostly in Johto and Sinnoh. A lot of the other regions are worried about the weaponization of Avatars. No known Avatars in other regions and all that. It's an absolute political shitstorm." He grins, sharp, when he says it.

Gavin acknowledges his sister with an absent nod; so far as Rocket were concerned, they were only recently acquainted. It's fortunate for Lulu Flint that he takes great pride in his cover, for mention of FERNANDO SILPH does not escape his notice. There's something in the way she says it that sets him on edge.

He'll confront her later.

"Careful with Silph," is all he says, a generic warning he'd have given to any Rocket in her place.

Unaware of Chu-e Choi's fondness for the former Mauville gym leader, he offers intel of his own. "I witnessed cait alfric seemingly heal her own wounds, though given the stress we were under at the time, it's possible I'm mistaken."

He thinks, too, of their very own Katherine Fairburne, but says nothing to the group. He's yet to talk to her about the incident at the church, and thus his perception of the event is wholly one-sided. He knows too little of bryan delarosa to discuss it openly in his presence, though some measure of trust was afforded thanks to his apparent partnership with Remiel Calcifet.

"Wings of ice? Mm. Laurence Anderson could be mantling Articuno. It sought a replacement for its Avatar some time ago." Gavin laces his fingers together as he skims through Stormy's file. He does not mention that he'd appealed to the icy avian himself.