Lucas scrolls through the pictures on his screen, admiring the art and artifacts pictured. He considers which ones would make a fine addition to his collection. Which of the art pieces pictured he'd consider loaning out to the Lilycove art museum. Currently only one piece of his collection was on display. "The Voice of the Forest" the piece had been called at auction. It depicts Celebi atop a shrine dedicated to it, with a worshiper standing close. The painter was unknown, but the picture was dated back centuries he'd been told.

"Please, come in" Lucas says to Cait as she finally makes her voice heard, remaining seated as he did so. His office is spacious and pristine. Light pours in through a large window, where two healthy plants site on the windowsill. Several filled bookcases line a wall opposite of the window. On the wall behind the head scientist's desk hang three intricately carved masks, similar to those Yamasks carry.

"Why don't you take a seat?" Looking towards Cait he motions to a guest chair in front of his desk. "Was it easy finding your way here?" He says as takes her resume out of a desk drawer, skimming over it one final time. Placing the sheet gently down on the desk after a few moments he starts the interview off with a simple question. "So, tell me a little bit about yourself." A simple, cliche question. He'd gone through few interviews in his career, and never interviewed someone himself. This would be a learning experience for him. Helping him out with the other interviews scheduled that week.

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Lucas listens intently to every word the applicant says. As she falls silent he leans back in his chair slightly, it creaks softly. He notes the direction she gazes towards. Without looking he knows her attention is focused on "The Voice of the Forest." It was the only piece that hung on that otherwise bare section of the wall. Later that day the piece was to be collected and brought to the Lilycove Art Museum. A slight smile tugs at the edges of his mouth. He enjoyed that fact that someone else appreciated his collection, even if it was only one part.

"Forest based ecology eh?" Lucas moves to pick up her resume, eyes dart across the page to find its mention. He notes the certificates and nods appreciatively. Those would be useful. "You said you were self taught. Could you elaborate a bit on that? What made you want to take that sort of thing up?" He didn't view being self taught as something to be frowned upon, quite the opposite in fact. The lack of experience was concerning, however. Little to show her skills in it he thought.

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"Fondness for literature, that's something you don't see much nowadays." Lucas chimes in, glad to see that some people still clung to the old pastime. "So I take it that you're a capable writer then? There's a lot of desk duty here too you know. A lot of reports that need to be made and filed." He pauses for a brief moment. "Not to say that assistants don't get to help directly, but I think you get the point."

Placing the paper back against the wooden desk Lucas straightens his back, the chair creaking during the process. "Tell me though, why do you want to work here? I'd have thought that pursuing forest based ecology for tradition reasons meant there was a family business of some sort." Again the scientist attempts to pry at her history, to learn more about the applicant. "Maybe it's because she's a fanatic" he thought to himself. Specializing in the niche field for her appreciation and fascination in grass and bug pokemon. It felt so out of place as a field of study that he thought there had to be a special reason for it, besides simply "tradition."

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"Yes yes, I guess that's right." Lucas says, following her comment about becoming an officer. Surprise runs through him as Cait shares her career path with him. He didn't expect her to have her life planned out as thoroughly as she did. "Well you're already off to a good start" he remarks. An officer at the age of nineteen with several certificates and league courses completed. Even enjoyed office work too, which he couldn't say about himself. Cait was more impressive than Lucas had thought from the initial read of her resume.

The head scientist saw much of himself in the young girl. Someone with initiative, a planner, an appreciator of the finer things life has to offer judging by her fascination in the painting. Traits he would appreciate in an assistant. "Just a few more questions if you don't mind Cait. Could you go over with me a few projects you've worked on related to your studies and your hobbies?" While he did like the applicant no proper schooling meant he needed something else to gauge her skills off of. Learning her hobbies was also to help Lucas get a better feeling of her character.

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"A shame" Lucas says as he found the girl had no projects to share. He had a slight look of disappointment to him upon learning the fact. Sighing he leans back in his chair as Cait continues to talk, taking in what she had to say. Lucas supposed that the rest of the interview was pointless from that point on. Fingers rise and fall in a wave pattern onto his right knee beneath the desk. He waits for the girl to finish. As the final words leave her mouth he notes a spark in her eyes, something his previous mentor had seen in him. The sight leaves Lucas silent as memories came back to him. His eyes stray from Cait, falling upon a framed photo on the corner of his desk. It was a photo of himself and another man that strangers might guess to be his father. His arm is wrapped around Lucas. Lab machinery can be seen behind the smiling duo.

"You know, when I started out I was an assistant to a man named Jaime Sousa. He was well respected at Devon. If there was anything groundbreaking at the company you could be sure he was leading it." A smile tugs at Lucas' mouth as he remembers his time with his mentor. "When I first interviewed at the company I was much like you. Lacking experience, but not without redeeming qualities. Jaime saw something in me and gave me a chance then, taking me in and making me into what I am today." He straightens himself in the chair, there's a brief pause of a few beats. "Anyway, I'll just cut to the chase. I see this spark in you like I believe Jaime saw in me, and it's a-amazing." The scientist places both hands on his desk, fingers intertwining as he puts both hands together. "I'm willing to give you what Jaime gave me. A chance to not only work under me, but to learn under me."

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"You're welcome," the words come out soft, compassionate. "And I'm sure you will." Lucas thought his faith well placed in Cait. He was sure she would be dependable and an excellent addition to the department. Attention drifting back to his computer screen he'd pause at the woman's question. "Starting? Let me see," he brought up a calendar in the corner of the screen. "Next Monday I think. Work starts at nine." Nine for those less zealous in their work. Often Lucas would arrive at seven in the morning to continue where he left off from the night before. "You should have a desk and everything set up by then." Getting out of his chair he'd make his way towards the door, his work bringing him elsewhere in the building. "I look forward to working with you Cait." He opens the door and stands to the side. "After you."

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