The room she entered was a well kept place, though the center of attention was, of course, Mr. Vega, and the Murkrow only intensified the aura of danger. She honestly hadn't met Mr. Vega yet, but she could already feel the pressure from the one thing he said to her.

She quickly took a seat, adjusting her bag to her lap, "Thank you for seeing me, sir. I have my report from Shoal Cave ready." She paused a moment, feeling she should just get on with it. She cleared her throat, before pulling out two small jars, and setting them on his desk. "This is salt found in the lowest levels of Shoal Cave. It seems ordinary to me, however the pokemon in the area seemed very protective of it."

She would pause to let him look over the jars if he wished, before continuing on, "The Pokemon themselves throughout the cave that I encountered were all of the ice type, though otherwise fairly varied, including Vanilluxe, Sealeo, and a particularly large Abomasnow. These pokemon proved little trouble, save the Abomasnow, but with the proper preparations, the area should not be too much trouble for skilled individuals to preform further research." She decided to leave out a comment about herself returning for further study. She felt that would come off as arrogant, and she didn't want to seem like someone overconfident after a single important mission. "Most pokemon seemed fine to leave me alone until I took the salt, though many only became vocal of their displeasure, while only a few actually approached. There might be something special about the salt that we could make use of, though if not, we can at least find ice pokemon there for other uses." No doubt he would have already thought of that, but she felt she should mention it, if nothing else to be informative and professional. Mr. Vega seemed like someone you shouldn't be unprofessional with.

She would pause again to let him absorb the information, before going on, "The Caves themselves are mostly rocky, though the last cavern seems to be made entirely of ice, though a chill can be felt as high up as the caves mouth, which only gets colder as one goes further in. Furthermore, the caves flood every six hours, before draining approximately six hours later, corresponding with the local low and high tides." She was not sure how familiar he would be with Shoal Cave, but she felt it necessary to inform him of how it naturally worked.

She paused, and hesitated a moment, fairly certain there was nothing else to say in her report, but the pressure of not screwing up in front of her boss made her question herself, but she pushed through it by quickly saying, "This is the end of my report, sir." And though, maybe that last line was a bit stiff, she remained seated and quiet, not daring speak unless he gave her permission.

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