It was surprising of that the man had to admit upon moving through the route the tortoise pokemon for better or worse managed to sneak up from below the trainer. What was initially thought to be rough terrain had ended up being a pokemon and one none too happy to have its back trampled upon by some random human and his pokemon. Thankfully the water type didn't seem to have too much fight and Miles was wise enough to fend the pokemon off in a battle Obelos having taken the lead was more than willing to confront their opponent and by the time the pokemon had felt a couple of severe bites from the prehistoric pokemon the Dreadnaw decided it had enough and fled for the deeper wilderness. Obelos, an overachiever in anything violent sought to gave chase but was stopped by the dark-skinned trainer who instead chose to move deeper into the wilderness hoping to find more interesting challenges deeper in.

"Watch your tongue Miles."

The first thought upon meeting the boss of the day. A thought that curbed any sarcastic or snide remarks at their root. In truth, the associate wasn't anything that he expected. A bit flippant, young, but most importantly the young rocket was well-groomed. Still, he'd keep his comments to himself for the moment content to respond with a "Yes sir." It wasn't loud, and perhaps it was lacking in respect, but it was a response straight and clear. The scientist was no soldier, but he could at least play the part as necessary. As the superior introduced both himself and his pokemon, the grunt's eyes would rest on the latter for a second, but his focus remained on the associate.

The jab about his 'officewear' wasn't appreciated in the slightest, but news that he wouldn't be stuck in something so horrid was far more important to linger on, even now the bagginess of the pants despite his attempts to hem them irked the newest rocket. "That'd be very much appreciated...Sir." He almost slips forgetting the 'sir' the second time around. The uniform clearly wasn't the only thing that needed adjustments. "If I may sir, how long have you been with the organization?" He can't help but note how odd this experience felt. it was as if he'd just begun his first day as a lab intern or an office much less the frontman of what was supposedly a criminal empire.

"I'd argue simple isn't always best. After all, isn't it said that 'convenience is the death of liberty?'" He teases all the while beginning to lay out his own pallet having been given the woman's approval. His eyes if only for a moment find themselves focused on the woman's second pokemon. A pokemon whom his own had already gone to greet. Without the magnificent adornment controlling the prehistoric pokemon's attention span, Obelos was rather amicable, thankfully. His focus moves back toward the fellow trainer "Most things these days aren't, but still we persevere." There's something behind the statement but he refuses to linger. Miles, it's a pleasure Ms...?" He gestures to the woman waiting for her own name before relaxing on his own blanket the wooden basket now resting beside him.

"Ah a shame, while I may not be world-renowned I'm quite the chef when I'd like to be." He jokes, an effort to stall while he figures out what else he could possibly offer, though he doubts he has anything worthwhile to the woman. "An age-old question, What do you offer a woman who has it all?" He gives a sly smile before setting his basket on the ground eyes following Obelos for a moment or two making sure the pokemon had no schemes to jump the basket lest he find himself in actual trouble. "Then perhaps some light company and a pleasant conversation could make up for any offense I've caused. That and another one of my most heartfelt apologies, of course." He'd meet her gaze once more gesturing to his own blanket before adding a short addendum.

"That comes with a promise that anything offered will be far less active than what you've seen prior. Isn't that correct Obelos." The small rock type was once again eyeing the majestic psychic pokemon's headpiece only to be snapped out by his trainer's voice. The pokemon would give a soft grunt the closest thing to an apology anybody here would receive. "If I could be so bold, I'd take the offer if I were you. After this all I have is the promise of my firstborn as they did way back in the day. Though you don't seem like a lady who'd force a child into servitude. A joke of course.

Day five as a rocket grunt. He couldn't decide whether it was wise or foolish to have brought him to the team's main hideout so soon. He'd managed to survive the initiation, but he figured that the organization would be rife with spies if they so readily brought people here, or perhaps it already was and the powers the be both on the side of rocket and the league cared too little to deal with the problem as is. Worrisome thoughts, but he supposed that it's wasn't his concern or at least not for now, after all, he was the lowest in the chain. A fresh recruit armed in this drab black uniform that he somehow managed to pull off despite it being a half size too big and definitely been owned by a grunt or three before him. It'd taken hours to get the smell of whoever dared to adorn the suit prior to him out, but those were the breaks considering his situation. As far as the organization was confirmed he was just another body to accomplish a goal, regardless of how smart he might have been. It didn't matter what side he was on, as long as he was able to hit Silph however he could.

Seeing as it was his first day he'd been told to meet another higher-ranked member to give him the grand tour and show the grunt how exactly things worked out here, though he doubted he needed it. Looking around gave him a fairly good idea of the 'types' he'd run into as reductive as it may have been to think. Still, he'd try to keep an open mind lest his new comrades in arms decided that he was a problem which in turn would give the former researcher more problems of his own, the last thing he needed. It was best to stick to the schedule and show out where he could. Today that meant making sure his eyeliner was immaculate and rubbing elbows with the proverbial boss of the day who'd be arriving any second....hopefully.

He's left the life of a researcher in too many regards to retain his sense of comfort or normalcy. His new ventures require a different type of strength, a different style, or perhaps for multiple styles to work together. It's why he finds himself out here in the wilderness because he knows he can't survive as is. This was the bare minimum of what he needed to do in order to make this new life work, and he had no plans of stopping at this. He, like most children, had given up on his dreams of becoming a pokemon master or an elite trainer in favor of the sciences in supporting mankind with his mind, as powerful as he thought it wasn't in demand at the moment, and so he'd throw forth his body, and by extension the bodies of his team. Though they didn't seem to mind too much. Not surprising his pokemon were primarily those from a prehistoric time a time when fighting was all but guaranteed. Though he supposes that hasn't changed too much at all considering the news as of late. Thus with Obelos out he moves forward ready to fight or perhaps to gather someone new someone to bolster his strength for all the strife he was bound to come across in the future.

The port city's park wasn't quite as grandiose as he'd expected The upper district of Slateport to be. Or at least it wasn't in comparison to the city's many other attractions. It was hard to believe not even four months ago he'd attended an invite-only conference at the famed oceanic museum not even a mile away. Thoughts of what his life had devolved into in the time since was an easy excuse to sour his mood and so he'd choose to focus on whatever else he could. The first being his Tyrunt that seemed to be enjoying their time outside of the ball and in the manmade wilderness, the second being a small picnic basket that rested on his wrist. He'd tasked the rock pokemon to search for a spot to settle down and do lunch, he'd access to the kitchen today and felt a need for a change of pace, that said it didn't seem like the small pokemon would be settling anytime soon at its current pace.

Or at least not until it dashed directly into the bushes spotting something of temporary interest just out of their trainer's sight. The pokemon rushed toward the Slowking taking no care to march across the already set picnic blanket sliding and falling face-first in the psychic trainer's space. Despite the fall, the Tyrunt's beady eyes remained focused on the psychic type's ornate headpiece obviously ruminating on something ridiculous, but before the small dragon could cause more of a scene the dark-skinned trainer would appear from the very same bushes "Obelos." his firm voice would call the tyrunt back to the man's side, once again either not understanding or perhaps not carring that it was trampling across the woman's pallet.

"I'm so sorry for the intrusion, He's still young though that's no excuse." In a small gesture he'd offer his own picnic basket. The least I can do is offer a bit of my own to make up for the less than stellar behavior." In truth, the rocket grunt was light on cash (as per usual), but bartering in goods was the ideal way for transactions to work as a whole. Hopefully, she thought the same. If to sweeten the deal, Two homemade club sandwiches and some berries for your trouble.