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"It certainly is," she said with an indignant 'humph.' "They'll regret provoking us once we've razed their base." As she was certain Rocket would. It wasn't unlikely that they were already in the process of seeking out Galactic's base of operations; in fact, it was unlikely that they weren't. The elites were skilled, and Aila was sure that they would make short work of the whole ordeal.

"Into the lava?" She blinked in surprise. "I wasn't aware of that... That's amazing. Leaves you to wonder just what the things are made of..." Certainly not all pokemon eggs could withstand such temperatures. What made the shell of a Ho-Oh's egg so special?

"Hm. There were a few fire-types amongst us, and when we arrived at the nest site there was a pair of Charizard near the lava. I suppose it's not impossible that we sent them diving..." As a trainer to a grass-type and two steel-types, Aila had felt increasingly useless on that mission. Having lost consciousness shortly after sending Fleur forward, she could only hope that the Venusaur had done at least some good. A thought struck her, or rather, a curiosity, "Do you know if many others were injured?"

"Ah. Hm." Aila had an increasing worry that she was the only person who had been injured on raid - bleeding in front of the agents and elites, so disgraceful... Claire's offhanded observation of how frequently injuries occurred on missions did little to assuage this worry.

"Well, I suppose I can bear with it since we were able to retrieve the egg..." She would be able to bear it more wholeheartedly if they had been able to retrieve the Ho-Oh, of course, even more so if her injury had furthered the completion of their goal. She couldn't help but cringe at the thought. She might as well have stayed at the base if she was just going to be knocked out halfway through...

She gave another quiet 'humph,' moving to cross her arms in annoyance before remembering that her left was unresponsive. "If I could move from this bed, I would have lined up for that mission yesterday." She couldn't imagine any of the Rockets would be willing to forgive and forget, especially those who had been on the missions Galactic had interrupted.

A pair of large, dark eyes peered out from the darkness between the bed's headboard and the wall. When were these people planning to leave...?

"Ah, I think so? I know the majority of the participating agents are specifically chosen for their skills or knowledge, but I believe volunteers with the right qualifications are accepted as well." She tilted her head slightly, an eyebrow slightly raised. "Why? Is there a mission you want to participate in?"

Round eyes disappeared and reappeared as their owner blinked at the Pikachu's surrender. Surrender was good. Leaving would be better. It watched and waited from its nook.

"I can understand the sentiment," she said, nodding slightly. "That's part of the reason I chose to join Rocket myself." A consistent opportunity to steal and infiltrate with meaningful results had indeed been a strong pulling factor, especially when added to various other opportunities, one of which she had already blown once in the previous mission. That had been a blatant lapse in judgment.

The dimly reflective orbs receded slightly further into the bed's shadow and slightly higher from the floor. Why was the little yellow thing so persistent?

Hm, well, it was obvious from the mission at the PokeBall that her intentions were less than pure - at least to those who had witnessed it, and to those who might have heard it mentioned from others - and so Aila saw little point in withholding her purpose. "I joined for the opportunity to kill my brother. Though now..." Though now it was such a difficult task to even think about. She had no will to carry out the murder except through what little she received from her promise to her mother. Her expression wavered with a distinct lack of resolve.

The round circles were partially eclipsed by what could have been sad or frightened eyelids, and their owner turned to face the bedside table. A quick burst of String Shot shot out from the dark crevice, striking the pokeball that sat on the table and causing it to topple to the floor where the release switch was struck. The result was a very flustered Pidgeotto certain its human was in immediate danger.

"Geotto!" It surveyed the room quickly-- Ah! Enemy detected! Gui moved to place himself in front of the Pikachu, disregarding all type differences and the confused shouts of his trainer.