The answer to his call for wood had Sam lifting his head up to observe and calculate the wood needed and the wood that was trailing on the float behind the lapras and its trainer. Quick math deduced,

"All of it, if you can."

He'd need all of the wood there, and quickly he was making his way to the edge of the floating dock to get close enough so he didn't have to yell to speak with the trainer.

Taking out a dusk ball from his swim shorts, he released his gastly. After a three second delay, the gastly let his tongue fall out and then he began swinging it like a pendulum just for shits and giggles.

"Get me those logs and bring them over here, would you?"

Without complaint or fuss, the gastly started to do as the trainer asked. Floating above the water's surface thanks to his ability to LEVITATE, he was able to grip the logs with his tongue and push them along the water's surface toward where Sam wanted them.

Evette Moreau

Another calculation of numbers, ran twice over just to be sure, Sam only hesitated in answer the question presented him for about five seconds.

"I think this'll complete this dock. There's a dock to the south they were having issues with, because of a swarm of some water pokémon, if you wanted to look into that. It's where I'm headed after this dock is finished."

Sam spoke and worked, able to easily multitask. He didn't think twice about somebody watching him or his gastly work. Mostly because this girl didn't give him suspicious vibes. She seemed normal enough.

Sometimes people gave vibes he could pick up on. Creepy ones. She didn't seem like a stalker or lurker, not yet anyway.

Evette Moreau

The departure was taken for what he recognized it as. Alola wasn't too far away from Kanto. He'd met a few Alolans in his day. Few, but enough. Maybe she was Alolan, maybe she just liked the greeting and departure ease that the culture had developed.

Very relaxed people. Sam always felt anxiously over productive when with them.

Either way, he was finished with the floating dock soon enough thanks to his gastly's help. He walked along the dock with his gastly for a while, making sure each board was sturdy and where it needed to be. The ties were secure, so he headed south where he said he would meet the young woman he hadn't bothered to get the name of.

Needless to say, when he saw the lapras and head of familiar hair, he quickly waved his own greeting and walked closer.

"I realized it was rude of me not to introduce myself." He extended his hand to shake as an apology. "My name is Sam Carter. I'm the new caretaker for Mt. Pyre."

Evette Moreau

"Yes, exceptionally."

He was on vacation, before he got roped into this, after all. So Mt. Pyre, home, was very far away. Yes, he lived on the grounds-- in the house meant for the caretaker. A small cottage that was tucked into the mountain vegetation at a safe distance from the memorial site without having to take a vehicle or ride a pokémon to get there.

"And yet, Kalos is much further. Do you have a residency in Hoenn or are you just passing through?"

Evette Moreau

"I've never been to Kalos. I once did a research project over in Alola, studying the dual-types that were surfacing there."

Why he decided to share this information was beyond him. His gastly was working to move logs and he'd been told to take a break, so now he was just talking to keep himself from micro-managing the work being done.

"I grew up in Kanto, though. I've only been in Hoenn for about a month. I've seen a majority of it, just traveling around for work."

Evette Moreau

"Not strictly, no."

The answer he had for her question of why he was going to Mt. Pyre. He'd mentioned he was the caretaker there already, but perhaps she'd forgotten. Or perhaps she simply wondered if he was multitasking his reason for being there.

"My research is more of a hobby, rather than a passion." Granted he wasn't entirely sure what his passion was, other than enjoying the feeling when he was able to help people move on from the passing of one they cared deeply for.

Evette Moreau