Her duty for this evening was to patrol the cemetery. Too many reports had been made for disturbed headstones and dug up graves. Frankly, the chances of these reports being related to nefarious activity were quite slim, given how many of these apparent mishaps were caused by Pokemon's claws-- but she obliged regardless. It was a simple ask and one she was more than capable of handling.

What she wasn't expecting was for her to bump into another officer, one who seemed quite keen on finding something. Or that is, at least, what it looked like to her. Just as she is about to approach, the device in his hand or in his back pocket begins to go off. Immediately, she assumes that it must be some sort of an alarm alerting him to her presence.

His surprise mimics her own, and her eyes widen as she blurts out an apology.

"Oh! My apologies, sir, I didn't realize there would be someone here to clean the headstones."

Her attention shifts to the bucket with the floating rag. The beeping doesn't stop, however, and she awkwardly stands in his path with curiosity glinting in her eyes. The obscure noise draws her attention, and she inclines her head toward it, regardless of if it might look like she is staring at his butt or something.

"I am Officer Guinevere Auclair-- is there anything I can help you with today, sir?"

Gwyar Wledig

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The compliment is wholly unexpected, and as such, prompts a sudden and distinct flare of rosy cheeks. Her eyes widen in surprise and she stammers as she opens her mouth to respond- but all is well because Gwyar continues on to list off his close family members.

Only at the end does she notice a pattern, one she can't put her finger on. Regardless, he is a kind, excitable man and she can respect that. In fact, it warms her immensely.

She even chuckles softly under her breath, lowering her stiff chin to smile just so at his hasty apology. The situation only seems to get exponentially worse and more awkward as he attempts, in between jarring and distruptive noises from his pocket, to introduce himself more formally.

And with every interruption her smile broadens to reflect her own awkwardness.

"That is more than alright, Sergeant, there is really no reason to apologize."

She neglects to mention her slight suspicions of him prior and that having been the reason she'd approached in the first place. Somehow, the bucket and rag had looked quite.. unusual. Now she felt silly.

"Hm?"

But his attention soon returns to her, and then to the device in his hand that had been previously ringing. She blinks, steps forward, and leans in to gaze down upon the curious device. All of the images look mildly familiar, full of Unown Pokemon from her understanding. They were likely something she'd read about in passing surrounding deities and legends. But nothing concrete, and probably nothing that would help him.

"I am.. not sure, I'm afraid. Perhaps they are meant to spell out words? Don't they look a little bit like funny-shaped letters?"

In particular, she points to a word that looks to spell 'MIRROR'.

Gwyar Wledig

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