Amongst the water and controlled flames, Gemma was holding onto Rosie, stroking between her ears as she waited for her next turn. She was panting, because training was hard, but she made just as much as an effort to make sure Rosie — her vulpix — was just as comfortable and well taken care of as herself.

When she heard her name, she looked up, spotting the source across the room. A blonde woman was waving around a gift box like one of the show ladies from game shows as she looked around for her, so Gemma raised her hand, before hopping off the seats and coming around to greet the woman who was calling for her.

With Rosie tucked under her arm, she bounded over to the woman and stopped short of her, taking a deep breath. ”Hello, I’m Gemma Waters.” She held out her free hand, to shake the other woman’s — she looked familiar, and the name Dahlia came into her head. Someone in a definitely higher position than herself.

+ dahlia goode
+ boop~

"Ah, the commissioner... Nice to meet you." With a smile, Gemma glanced over Dahlia quietly, taking note of the way she seemed to care for the box. Huh.

"As well as I can. It's very different from Goldenrod, and I can't find a decent place to eat near my apartment... But other than that, it's fine, I suppose." Gemma shrugs casually. It's neither here-nor-there, she just wishes she could have some more things to do. Some friends to hang out with.

But that would come with time.

"What's in the box?" Gemma queried curiously, tilting her head.

+ dahlia goode
+ boop~