“Hello there, you look like an accomplished trainer,” Violet started. Translation: he looked like someone who was reasonably full of himself but clearly not currently doing anything important, so he would likely have time for her. And if he did not? Well, not a problem. She’d just move on. No hair off her back.

Not like she had a lot of hair there anyway, given that she took obvious care of her appearance. In fact, the white, light dress she wore to her sandals clearly did not look very conducive to travel by foot. Though, naturally, people’s eyes would be drawn towards her chest. Because of the Fletchling she was carrying there, of course. Vio would pat it occasionally and it looked like it was sleeping, but it also did not seem too healthy to begin with.
Not that she knew what the problem was. It wasn’t her Pokemon. She was just being paid to bring it to a specific Pokemon lab. That was all she cared about.

But it always did well to look concerned, so she at least acted the part. “This poor little needs to see a specialist in Slateport to get better, quickly. A friend of mine asked me to bring it there, but it turns out the Corvy-Taxi is out of commission. You don’t happen to be able to help with that? I would fly on my own Pokemon, but I only have a Frosmoth and that just can’t carry the two of us. There would be a reward, too!” Translation: She was going to give him a fraction of the reward, unless she found a means to weasel out of that altogether.

How rude. She could tell it from his eyes and demeanour. He would have just dismissed her, despite clearly being able to help, for whatever reason. It was only the promise of a reward that saw him change his mind. Pathetic. She was the same, sure, but she had enough style to not show it so clearly. In that very moment, she decided to short-change him even more than she would have usually done. Just because he was a jerk about all this.

Sucked to be him. Plus, he had to live with that laugh. No one would ever love him.
Naturally though, Vio did not show any of that outwardly. She was fully getting into her role as a naïve goody-two-shoes. “Oh? That would be wonderful. You are a lifesaver, truly. In more than one way,” she replied, just assuming that whatever sickness this was, it would be life-threatening. She wouldn’t know. Vio just pretended to understand all that medical jazz.

Then, he called his Pokemon and she found herself quite honestly a little amazed. “So pretty,” she started, immediately deciding that she would hunt down one of those herself. Whatever it was.
Still, since he was being a bit pushy – which she could not complain about, given how urgent she had made matters seem – Vio would carefully try to get onto the Pokemon. Given that she wasn’t really dressed for anything else, she would try side-saddle like seating, one arm around the Fletchling, the other holding onto either anything suitable on the Altaria, or onto the rider. Some physical contact would probably be useful, anyway.

Ah, at least he did not stink. That would have been really annoying, after all. Having to spend a whole ride behind some unkempt, unwashed young man. He did seem gruff around the edges and certainly more than just a little bit annoying, but at least he wasn’t disgusting.
Well, those were rather strong words. He wouldn’t really be disgusting either way. There was much worse out there. But she still preferred to not have to crumple her nose. Instead, she could relax a bit and enjoy the relatively clean air up here. It certainly felt rather nice and she let her hair billow in the wind behind them.

“Ah, I really should get a Pokemon like that. This feels good,” she espoused, not really caring if he did not care for it. She was not here to entertain him, and he was not here to entertain her. But it was still true. Her Frosmoth could fly, certainly. But it didn’t really have a good space to sit on as a rider. It had a very streamlined and compact body. Hard to get onto that and just sit there, unlike this thing. “But good to know. I am entrusting our lives to you, after all.” One brief whirl and they’d go splat. Not the nicest of thoughts.

“It does have a decent ring to it,” she started, unperturbed by the noises. Honestly, they weren’t as bad. Planes, trains and automobiles were all rather loud in their own right, and they had more annoying noises in her opinion. Plus, unlike the Altaria, they could not be shut up. Then again, no one tried with that one. Perfectly possible that such would prove difficult as well.

Ah, well, not her problem one way or another. She had to deliver this Pokemon, first and foremost. “Uh, I think somewhere in the center. I was given a map, but I would only pull it up once we are on the ground. Least it flies away.” Well, for that and other reasons. Though, honestly, mostly because of that.
“I reckon we just land on a suitable spot there and move on foot then. If I remember correctly, it was not too far from the Pokecenter, a couple blocks maybe. You can wait with your Altaria, if you want. I can run that far on my own!”

Good, good, he believed her. Really, she didn’t have much reason to deceive him. But then again, it seemed so easy, it was kind of hard not to. Was it really her fault when he believed things like this? Probably not.

Then again, he did not have too much reason not to. The best lies were always those with logic, truth and reason backing them up. She had planned on doing this anyway, the lie only came in her predominant reason.
Still, once they landed, she gently got off the Altaria in a more refined way than was probably expected of a trainer. Then again, she did like fashioning herself a noble of sorts anyway. It wasn’t in what one said, it was in how one behaved in the little moments.

Still though, she was a worldly woman. She’d unfold the map swiftly and studied it. “Hmm, seems like it is just about two blocks to the North, then East a bit. Do you want to join or would you rather wait? Ultimately, I can do nothing more than drop it off, even if I wanted to help the poor thing any more, so I should be done swiftly.

Hah. Apparently, owning one of these Pokemon a master made not. Inwardly, she chuckled at his misfortune, though outwardly she instead presented a slightly worried expression. Fortunately, he seemed to get into a little squabble with his Pokemon, which Vio deemed sufficiently funny to allow herself a brief chuckle. At least she could say that it was meant for something else now.

“Sure thing,” she simply replied. Then, she turned and left. Violet wondered just how long it would take him to realize what was happening. She wasn’t going to go back and check – that was once bad gal trope she didn’t ever dare play – but she was fairly certain that it would probably take an hour at least.
Which felt pretty good. With elated steps, she made her way towards the designated Center and with some pleasant talk and many thanks delivered the Pokemon. Naturally, she simply pocketed the reward. Once leaving, she briefly scanned for the man above and on ground level. But he had not followed her. Hence, she decided to instead head towards the city and go shopping with his share of the reward.

He would have wanted it that way. Violet was fairly certain of that. If not, he was perfectly free to complain. If they ever even met again.