The female's voice snapping at her sounded all too familiar. The purple hairdo and prissy demeanor seemed all too familiar. Though she couldn't put a name to the face, she was familiar; one of the faces she had ran into when she was deployed to the Terastal island north of Dewford shortly after becoming Rustboro's Captain.

Notmally, she would be one to celebrate upon finding out that her Sygna Suit was intact and seemingly unharmed. It was in the Flygon mode, the mode it was in at the end of the Petalburg battle. As tempted as she was to reach for it, the suit was completely useless without her Pokémon: Saria the Venusaur and Sandy the Flygon.

"What, you've never seen a Sygna Suit before?" she asked Kelpie.

It was an audacious claim for the Rocket to make. To her knowledge, Sygna Suits had been developed by paxton concordas , Eva Morales , illeana reyes , and the rest of the Science division, and with painstaking effort at that. "It would make sense for there to be a race to develop such world-changing technology, wouldn't there? And with how much the suits have propagated among leadership among both sides..." she trailed off.

Sygna Suits were truly a work of art from their tailors and engineers. No two suits were alike, and the supernatural feats one could pull off were nothing short of wondrous. "Then you must have seen the studies that dorian westcliff did with them." Perhaps she had seen Violet Fairbanks's studies, as well. The red bruises all around her limbs' joints were still visible from when the Mad Dog's Venusaur cruelly flicked and flung her about with its enormous Power Whips. It truly showed her how dependent she was on her suit to fight. To make a difference on the battlefield.

And now she felt powerless without it.

The wild rider was blissfully unaware of the number of lives that had been taken to make Sygna Suit technology a reality at all, let alone develop it to the point it was at now. Calpurnia Kubrick seemed awfully passionate about the developments she was claiming. Were they true? Did she really help develop the Sygna Suit?

The way Calpurnia spewed her criticisms of Shalin's suit got under her skin. "And you're acting like sound isn't an element," she growled through grit teeth. "Vibration can be just as destructive as fire, lightning, or water. You should know just as well as I do that the Sygna Suit is as much of an art form as it is a tool. There's no right or wrong way to make one."

The Rocket's remarks clawed at her like a great cat toying with its prey. "Is there a problem with wanting to make the use of a Sygna Suit enjoyable, too? Or it is just another weapon of war, in your eyes?"

Calpurnia had quite the temper; she seemed to have as big of a passion for Sygna Suits as Shalin did the extreme motion her own suit let her not only endure, but enjoy. "That's not the first time I've been called that," the green-ette admitted. She was eccentric, lackadaisical-seeming, and many other traits that made others not take her seriously.

Indeed, Sygna Suit knockoffs were all over the market. Not one could produce the Infinity Energy levels she needed for her suit to do what she wanted it to do. She couldn't risk having anything but the real deal; if the suit failed, more than just her Pokémon could wind up being hurt. Depending on whether the wing she sat on was on the upstroke or the downstroke, it would be the flip of a coin whether she wound up a pancake on the ground.

Shalin scoffed at the remark to find a love interest. "What man would want to even date someone as naive as you say I am?" she barked back as she watched Calpurnia zip open the suit. "It was a collaborative effort by multiple people in the Science division. Can't remember all of thm," she answered honestly, her eyes shifting toward the thread puller in the Rocket's hand. "What... are you doing with that?"