[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]"alright, then."

she chooses to ignore the urgency remark, leaving it on the floor to die.

"the dimensional pocket beneath rustboro has shown signs of alteration to its structures. there was a feeling of a shifted space and clear signs of disruption to silver spire's ruins."

her eyes spark briefly, light returning with the concepts. it fades as quickly as it comes for it does not belong here - not in front of him and his judgement.

"we found evidence of spatial gaps within the ruins as well. there was pink glowing energy repairing them and when touched... they produced the sensation of repairing space."

she doesn't mention lesser megalopolis. not yet.

FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]she hums. it's a slightly pleasant sound.

"it's likely sea hoenn utilized the ruins somehow, whether to stop the meteor or for something else, but the exact reasoning is undetermined at the moment. we'd have to conduct further expeditions to be certain."

the spatial gaps, however, are a new development... one she can't quite wrap her head around just yet.

"the pink energy in the spatial gaps had been similar to what mt pyre saw during the meteor operation. my best guess would be palkia repairing breaks in space-time."

that brings her to her other point...

"i found the same pink energy within spatial gaps in lesser megalopolis as well."

FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]"i didn't attack it."

she blinks, confusion quick to rise.

"touching the pink glow in the dimensional pocket produced an odd sensation on your fingers, though."

is that what he's looking for?

or is it simply just for wrong-doing on her part... again?

FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]she nods and begins to step away.

"thank you."

before she goes, however, she brings one last mention to the table. an oddity or a delusion, perhaps, though she isn't certain which.

"i could feel the altered space of the dimensional pocket where Eva Morales could not."

she's quiet for a moment. uncertain, even.

"it was like the center of gravity was several degrees off. that should be everything of note, now."

FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]"yes."

well...

"unless you'd prefer i defer to Eva Morales instead?"

a pointed concept, if she stops to think about it. the ruins between them breed distrust for her experiences, for her word even in the confines of an official written report.

"if not, it'll be on your desk by tomorrow morning."

FERNANDO SILPH

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]acceptance comes in the form of a nod and her body drifting closer to the door.

and the mention of dinner doesn't phase her in the way it used to - that time has come and gone, dying an early death surrounded by crisp white walls in a hospital room.

"that's all."

she opens the door and doesn't look back, only tossing a simple pleasantry over her shoulder before she goes.

"enjoy your dinner, councilman."

FERNANDO SILPH