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"...It has, hasn't it?" Smiling and a soft chuckle evict what worries she had.
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Familiarity is a welcome sight, even if this gaze makes Petra feel completely bare before him. Marcus always had that effect, even all that time ago in Kanto. Still, she couldn't let that ruin the whole doctor-patient dynamic she was here for. "And, well...yeah. You could say that."
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Slowly pressing towards the available seating, she sinks into the chair with both hands balled together. Almost like she was about to pray, or plead. "Can we just take a moment? You know, catch up a little before we start digging into my life." Anything to avoid the uneasy feeling of being on the operating table. She was trying so hard to distance herself from such memories, after all.
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"I never knew you had come all the way to Hoenn." While he was something of a teacher's assisstant or tutor, and not her peer, it still felt rude that the two of them had completely disconnected. "Have you enjoyed your time here so far?"

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"...That's unfortunate." Though her words are calm and show steadiness, shaky hands fumble for a cigarette - which she seeks to light inside the room. There is no outright sign of threat, just the inevitable impending... Whatever it was. And that's what made is so nerve-wracking, having to think about what would be there when she looked over her shoulder.
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...So far, only her shadow and it's past haunted her.
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"I thought our sunlight might do you some good." The carbon emission soothes the nerves, if only a little. Gathers her mind, reminding of the sense of safety she should have here - in a public office. As much as their reach extended, Rockets weren't always so bold as to show that hand. "But sure, that's enough out of you."
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If Hoenn were truly a shithole, their organization wouldn't be so keen on claiming the land nor it's bounty. At the very least, it was the perfect shithole for these people.
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"As for me... Should I be worried right now?"

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able to feel some sense of security from his answer, petra leans deep into the back of her chair - trying to get comfortable, just as much as she was sinking into it to try and hide from the question.
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dragging on the smoke with unwarranted zeal, her cigarette is practically finished before she could even begin to confess. "it's to settle my nerves... preferably something that works fast."
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knowing how it might sound, petra hopes their history is enough for marcus to disregard any doubts or suspicion he may have. "it feels like things are only getting worse. i don't even feel safe at home anymore. it's hard to function when all i can think about is-"
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shame and guilt grip her throat, leaving only the tears streaking down petra's cheek to express herself.
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"i just want to get through one day." a shrill-of-a-sob signals something of a breakdown."just one day where i don't have to worry over every little thing! every loud bang, every voice i hear behind me - it's not right! it's not fair..."
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but there is little to do with these feelings, and even less that would actually help her. desperate habit dictates petra brandish another cigarette. though she struggles to light the end, looking through water-blurred eyes.
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regardless of her family and name. despite there being no attempts on her since defecting from team rocket's ranks. petra knew what they did to that poor ranger girl (annalise henderson). she could only imagine what they might do when they came for her.