It’s not hard to wonder why anyone would actually choose to set up a laboratory out in the country and away from proper civilization, but considering its quaint peacefulness, it’s the perfect location for Hendrix to conduct his engineering experiments. While the noise has driven some of the townsfolk mad, he’s limited his schedule to appropriate hours throughout the day.

His enthusiasm for helping others extending beyond his work as the Pokken Rider – Hendrix has recently reached out beyond his scope of engineering in an interest in fostering young would-be trainers in their own Pokemon journey.

Thus far, no one has actually taken him up on his offer - despite potentially getting a free pokemon.

And while the peace and quiet has allowed him more time in further developing his suit, he can't help but feel slightly disappointed. He can't help but wonder if the location is too much of a hassle for people to travel over to, but it's not like he's expecting some young child to approach without proper supervision from their guardians.

His ears slightly twerks at the sound of a young yet vaguely familiar voice. He pushes against his desk, causing his chair to slide out into the open as he slightly swivels in a circle. "Come in, come in!" he invites warmly with a smile. Wearing a lab coat over a navy turtleneck and jeans, Hendrix looks the part of a professor - a stark contrast to the leather jacket and shirt he wore the last time the ginger had meat him.