"is that so?"

her eyes go from Remiel to the teacup ghost, offering it a smile. a hand raised as if to touch the Pokémon but thought better of it; she lowered it slowly and almost regretfully. her eyes stray back to the Galarian prince.

"you will have to at least share with me some care routines for Lich" Siobhan adds in, walking slowly toward the man and stands off to his side "he is not a species I am familiar with." ghosts all had their special little routines.

but dragons were new to her. she was much more versed in fairy-types. "I also acquired a Dratini" she says "and I hope to train her soon as well." it was apparent talking about Pokémon was an easier subject for the woman.

but Poe would always be her go-to with flight. "I admit I did not know anyone would be here" she fiddles with a small velvet pouch she had brought along as well "I can leave, if you like."

she huffs, snorting with amusement. "you seem quite eager for the presence of someone who rebuffed you before" Siobhan points out gently, trying to gauge if he was insulted by her previous actions "I assumed you'd rather me leave, and find better company?" more willing company. was that a tease? it was difficult to tell with her.

Lich, meanwhile, swirled around the tea cup and began to chat quietly to it. 

"I suppose I am curious" Siobhan relents, moving a bit closer "how you Rockets have a whole biodome hidden under the water" pocketing the velvet satchel, she would gesture for him to lead the way. "you like plants?" she would ask him, sparing a glance his way. she had a passing interest in the cultural affects of some plant life.

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"I am used to insulting others quite easily" she gives him, tilting her head at the man. her Clear Bell replica tingles in response to her sudden movement "frankly, you are puzzling" she also gives him this, bluntly but strangely not unkindly. it is merely a fact "no matter how many times I bite, you take it with stride."

she glances away as they begin to walk, her Dreepy following them faithfully like a good little ghost. "and I would assume - due to politics - you'd rather have a much friendlier relationship with someone in your free time" Siobhan points this out idly "I am the first to admit; I am not easy to get along with." she knew this. it would be vain to assume she was charismatic.

the woman reaches out above her head, touching the leaves of one tree gently. "oh? I find they have their own personalities and histories." and so much more to tell humanity.

she grins almost mischievously. "I lack faith in humanity, Remiel" Siobhan would correct the administrator "it is nothing personal against you." if they were indeed to reach an understanding, the other Galarian needed to know that. prove me wrong is what she said to all of human kind prove to me that you are worthy. humans destroyed, wrecked and killed.

Pokémon were easier to understand. they did not typically do anything vile unless directed by humans. and while Siobhan was no saint herself, being indebted to both Rocket and this man, and questionable at times... she believed in the purity of nature and Pokémon. who said she had to be stark raving mad to be in Rocket? no one. she was here to advance herself.

"I did" she agrees quietly, plucking a withered leaf from the branch expertly. pulling it toward her, she examined it before tossing it to the ground. the leaf drifted slowly to the submarine's floor "every being has a reason for existing" Siobhan adds "and I've found the Glimwood to be a singular unit. it works in tantum with all kinds of personalities, goals..."

she smiles faintly. "but if you treat something right, it will open itself to you" and the same could be said of humans "building trust is like that too." she adds with a point.

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"no."

she briefly shakes her head, blue locks twisting about. as a newly minted dragon trainer, Siobhan had much to learn about tending to the species. she was more involved with ghosts and fairies over the years, save for her Corviknight. she had rescued him from the Glimwood as a Rookidee who fell in the forest. lost and alone. she nursed him back to health.

her Dreepy would chase after the ghostly tea cup with the eagerness of a child above their heads. she would wonder if Remiel was talking about her - for she was proving too stubborn to prune and clip to his liking. she waits for Remiel to explain, her interest piqued along the way. dragons were pseudo-legendries, thought to be mythical Pokémon.

until a Dratini colony were discovered in Kanto ages ago.

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she was silent for a moment, content to listen and walk until he directed his last comments on her. Siobhan did not so much as blink but stroll by him, echoing her words back to him. "I am not weak" she says with some conviction "so do not mistake."

Siobhan may be a novice compared to him, but she did not think herself weak. perhaps physically, yes, but she had potential. everyone did in their small little ways. but she would rather prove it to her Pokémon than Remiel.

but hadn't he said she had the potential to grow? once again, she was blurring thoughts and words past. "I aspire to be respected" the folklorist says "I don't need to be liked." a gentle huff escapes her lips.

if she had to wrestle her own dragons, so be it. popularity was never in her cards. "and what about you?" she directs at him "surely you've gotten mostly everything you wanted? politics and money aside, you have grown here."

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