"I am, I come to watch the wildlife." Then all her bugs were swarmed around her. "And, a love for bug types." The meek shrug. "Run a rehab for them... so I enjoy just studying them." Why did she tell her life story, well, not all of it anyway.

"Dione, by the way." A small introduction at least. "Oh, careful near the mushrooms.... they're not all mushrooms."

Mt. Pyre. A place Dione did not visit often. That was only due to the sore memories. Of the lone gravesite that stood by it self, off from the rest. That Dione would mourn silently at, before moving along her way. Not one to single in this accursed place for too long, but today it seemed Luck had had plans.

Going to live, she spotted the red-head a mile away. A brow arched, but shook her head. People came here to mourn or whatever their souls desired, she was not about to question why someone was here, especially when she was a rocket and had her own secrets.

"Word of caution... the spirits are more easily riled." She would attempt to be nice.

Listening to the story, her head would nod from time to time. Rubbing her chin as she seemed quite invested in it. Eyes flickered towards the bug. A low sigh, she could indeed help with that. Even help ease her own anxieties over if he was telling the truth or not.

"Indeed, I can. I am free after I get my groceries, if you would like to come by then to let me see him. If not, we can always exchange numbers."

Listening to what he had to say, it did make sense. Some Heracross were known to be extremely territorial. Perhaps they were just wounds from his younger days. Seeing how protective it got though, eased her mind of any mistreatment of the beetle. At the mention of food though, Fancy zoomed over and trilled. "Viii!"

Dione shook her head. "I suppose Fancy as spoken." Chuckling, she walked over towards him, offering out her hand. "I apologize for my rude assumption. Many people abuse bugs because they don't find them attractive or good..." The head shake. "If you're new to town, welcome."

Fancy frowned as she was ignored, turning to look at her trainer for some direction on this. However, it was cut short as someone came outside. Dione focused on him, seeing him feed the scarred up beetle. Oh, so it did have a trainer? Though that had her squinting, did he get all those scars from this guy? That put her a little on the defensive, but... the guy seemed friendly.

"Hello." She approached, but still kept her distance, as Fancy came and landed on her head, spreading it's wings and giving it almost a bow-look behind Dione's head. "I saw the Heracross, got concerned." She motioned to his scars. Dione was blunt. "I run a pokemon rehab here. So I was checking to make sure he didn't need help. I assume you're his trainer?"

"Ah, also, I'm Dione."

It paid the bills. Rocket did better than the league. At least, that's what she told herself every day. For her rehab, for the pokemon, to save the pokemon here. Trying to get that into her head, she put on her game face. Placing the butterfly mask over her face, drawing the butterfly winged shawl over her body. Hair was hidden by a cowl, not wanting to give any hint to who she was.

All she was here to do was blow up some trash. Honestly, just trash! But explosions aren't exactly the best thing to look forward too. But here she was, in the middle of the damn water in a boat, trying to blow up some trash that had collected within the water thanks to people littering. It was supposed to be a statement to the league and people; stop throwing your damn trash in the water! Pokemon live there!

Though she felt so out of place and like she was about to be found out if she didn't hurry this up! Even if was the late hours in the night she decided to do this, there was always the possibly of Murphey's Law wanting to come make a fool of her...

Hmm. How odd. Eh, perhaps some randos were offering stuff like this as well. Letting it go for now, no need to get herself revealed in this either. Back to the cleaning, she was getting the trash and putting them into a bag. Once she finished with one spot, she would move on to another. Finding a old cushioned seat, moving it and sneezing from the dust on the chair. 

Wrinkling her nose she rubbed it with her arm, trying in vain to get the dust to stop. Once she was done and her eyes watered her makeup down, she mentally huffed to herself. Looking back to Ash. 

"A safe place is always a good place to have. Everyone deserves a place to feel safe."