It paid the bills. Rocket did better than the league. At least, that's what she told herself every day. For her rehab, for the pokemon, to save the pokemon here. Trying to get that into her head, she put on her game face. Placing the butterfly mask over her face, drawing the butterfly winged shawl over her body. Hair was hidden by a cowl, not wanting to give any hint to who she was.

All she was here to do was blow up some trash. Honestly, just trash! But explosions aren't exactly the best thing to look forward too. But here she was, in the middle of the damn water in a boat, trying to blow up some trash that had collected within the water thanks to people littering. It was supposed to be a statement to the league and people; stop throwing your damn trash in the water! Pokemon live there!

Though she felt so out of place and like she was about to be found out if she didn't hurry this up! Even if was the late hours in the night she decided to do this, there was always the possibly of Murphey's Law wanting to come make a fool of her...