A Step in the right Direction (Tobias)[F]

Receiving lip about seating arrangements was the last thing Sharada wanted and what was worse was the fact it was coming from a fully grown man. If more of this were to come, perhaps sitting near the back with the group of boys didn't seem like such a bad idea afterall. Gritting her teeth whilst wrestling with thoughts in her mind about how she wished she had sat elsewhere, a sudden patter of feet from the cafe doors warned her not to lose this space she had chosen. Shrugging him off, the brunette cautiously placed her elbow on the edge of the square table, the warm fumes from her hot chocolate tickling the skin of her forearm. Propping her head at a slant as her eyes glued to the ugly structure of the tall tower like building, her lips finally parted. "If you couldnt see, this place is rather full. Take your complaint to the desk and ask them to add in more tables or something instead of grumbling at me." Curling a few rogue strands of hair which hung by her cheek to behind her ear, the brunette slid her icy blue eyes across to get a better look at him. Gritting her teeth once again, the eyepatch what she saw earlier was indeed there and she had earlier said... "Dammit."

Pulling her hand away from her face, her small frame lent back in the chair, her eyes focusing on him properly. "Oops, my mistake. I guess you really cant take a good look around." She spoke out in a sarcastic tone, the cocky, childish remark about his missing eye only sounding more pathetic as what she had just said to him sunk in properly. Making herself more comfortable by crossing one leg over the over, she pulled her chair in that little bit more before leaning both her arms on the edge of the table. Staring at him sternly at first, she tried to pop a smile, even if it was forced. "I--I apologise. I'm not looking for trouble, so let's not cause a scene, eh? You were right and I was wrong. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Judging from how this man was most likely just naturally sour, she tried her best to think up a quick remark to fix the previous comment about his eyepatch. "And I'm actually from Hoenn, we have loads of eyepatched people so dont think I was looking at you weird or anything."

Not wanting to dig herself in a deeper hole, her eyes glanced around the table for something to distract her motor mouth with. Her hot chocolate was still scolding but then the sight of his Pansear made a light bulb flick above her head. Or really, it was just her curiosity as a trainer. "Ahh, this is a Pansear, right? I dont really know much about Unova besides the little festival held here in autumn." With a stroke of courage, Sharada lifted both her hands and reached out for the little fiery monkey. Half expecting the man to slap her wrists or the monkey himself to burn her to a crisp. With a wiggle, she ruffled her fingers in a massaging manner, moving in circular motions behind his large ears. Hoping her delicate touch would warm the monkey right into her arms, she couldnt help but pull a surprised as expression as her fingertips touched his short hair. "Wow, they are so warm... Haha, I dont really have any fire types, I'm suddenly starting to think differently." Pulling her hands back so not to test her luck, she instead wrapped her fingers around the mug of her drink, a genuine smile stretching across her cheeks.

Feeling a bit of warmth instead her, her veins suddenly ran cold at the mere word of the gym. She had been so busy and distracted by this man that she had complete forgotten about her reason for being there in the first place. Retaining her cold stare as her eyes darted out of the large window, she couldnt really make out a figure so all she could hope was that no one had yet left. Digging her nails against the ceramic mug, she appeared to be examining the building further before answering his question. "The Eyesore, huh?" Creasing up, she really had to hold back her laughter, slithers of giggles escaping her smiling lips. Not only for completely agreeing with his description of the tall structure but also of the way he just spoke in general. "It's certainly different from the Gyms back at home. But the mechanics inside are even worse than the outer appearance." Turning slightly to look at him better, she slid her mug to one side to try and gesture with her hands what she meant.

Placing one loosely on the table, her eyes glanced up to him, making sure he was paying attention. "Inside, it looks all empty, dark and just plain weird. But the you take a few steps forward and wooosh~ A floor panel lifts you right up into the rafters. I'm not really scared of heights too much but it's kinda frightening if you're not prepared." With the warm steam forming condensation on the table surface, she then tried to draw out the strange zig zag like motion you had to walk to get to Falkner, not that it lasted long before fading into nothing. "Falkner puts up a bit of a fight despite only having two bird Pokemon. He works on the trick of lowering accuracy before tearing up his opponent. I must admit, it almost got me." Sitting straight in her chair, Sharada grasped her Hot Chocolate, blowing on the surface to try and cool it down before taking a tiny sip. "Personally, I think it looks too over the top, definitely doesnt fit in with the style of the town. Perhaps it was designed by children in the school near here."

The continuous look of anger which seemed to be glued on this man's face was starting to make Sharada feel a little uneasy. Although she wore a gentle smile to try and come across as not meaning any harm, his furious frown obviously wasnt picking up on her tiny hint of playfulness. Waving a hand loosely at him, she used her other to grip the handle of her mug of hot chocolate, drawing it closer to her lips. "Hah, listening to customer complaints is often too much of a hassle. They would simply nod their heads yet do nothing about it. Though I guess for tiny cafes like this who rely on regulars would have no choice but to comply... Pft, what does it matter anyway? It's not like I'll ever be coming back here anyway. So dont worry, I'll finish my drink and leave you be." Taking a longer sip of her drink, the warm, melting texture which slid down the back of her throat was abruptly interrupted as he suddenly bolted to his feet at her remark about his eye. Feeling herself becoming as stiff as a statue at his radical increase of fury, the only movement she could really manage was pulling the mug away from her lips. Blinking at him with her large, icy eyes as he took a seat once more, for quite some time she was speechless.

Watching as he sat back down and pulled up his chair, the brunette couldnt quite take her eyes off him, guessing her way as she placed the mug back down onto the table surface. Realising that she wasn't making herself look any better, she pouted her lips sadly as she tried to apologise once more. The feeling of many pairs of eyes looking over to see what the problem was between the two of them creating more unease for her. "Ah.. No, I wasn't implying... I'm terribly sorry." Taking her gaze away from him, she stared out of the window awkwardly, raising her shoulders and lowering her face, "I had to travel through two towns, a dense forest and a cave to get back in this stupid city. My tiredness and lack of cigarettes are getting the better of me." Disappointed in herself without even knowing the slightest bit about this man and his criminal status, the brunette returned to sipping her drink once more. Looking further away as he continued to scold her, her ears picked up slightly as he let something slip about himself. Perhaps he was opening up a little? No, most likely not.

Giving him a cautious glance to see if he was still angry, Sharada retained her sitting up posture, her face intrigued with his Unovan blood. "I see. So is this your first time in Johto?" Managing a smile, she held the warm mug of hot chocolate to her her cheek and rubbed it cutely, "You really are a man of mystery. Suavely dressed, an eye patch and all the way from the distance lands of Unova. I wonder if your name is just as exotic?" Her attempts at trying to learn his name would most likely go down like a lead balloon. All he needed to do was give her another piercing stare with that lone hazelnut eye of his to put her back in her newly found place of inferiority. Now half way through her drink and still going, she almost spluttered in surprise at his disgusted reaction after having a taste of his own beverage. Rubbing her thumb against her bottom lip, the upcoming sight was about to set her heart aflutter. His little Pansear waddled across the table and with his natural fiery power, warmed up his drink in an instant. "Prometheus? Is that his name? How!-- how..." Actually afraid of saying the words 'cute' or 'adorable' incase she recieved an earful in return, her eyes instead glanced back towards the large glass window, finishing the rest of her drink with one last swig. Letting out a content sigh with having her belly warmed with such a nice flavour, she placed the mug back on it's saucer with a delicate tap before leaning forward and retrieving her bag from the floor. Pulling out a small, circular mirror to check over her hair, as many girls would do, his sudden bold remark about there being a shadier part to this city flicked a few switches in her mind. "Your from Unova, right? Then, how would you...?"

Suddenly coming across as almost defensive with a slightly narrowed brow, the brunette closed the portable mini mirror and dropped it back into her bag. "What? Are you a cop who has been stationed here or something? Hah... I guess I can tell you one thing, as a fellow trainer." Narrowing her eyes, she leaned her torso across the table slightly, glancing over her shoulder subtly to make sure no unwanted ears could hear. Pursing her lips, she spoke out to him in a whisper, "Some would say this is where the real journey for a trainer begins. A more... sinister presence lurking in the shadows, readying to pull blossoming, ooh so innocent trainers onto a darker path of power and wealth. The only group you could be suggesting is none other than Team Rocket." Leaning back in her chair, she smirked and laughed under her breath, reaching out a hand and giving Prometheus another tantalizing rub, this time under his chin. "From what I gather, you need a certain something to grab the interest of a recruiter. But if you really are a cop, I'm not going to do your homework for you." Feeling that now would probably be the best time to dash, she slipped the strap of her bag over her shoulder before glancing out of the window. It seemed her pray had not yet exited the gym and really, she was now more intrigued with just what this man wanted.

Actually starting to feel a little drowsy with a much needed warm drink inside of her, the idea of finding a different resting spot was starting to cloud her mind. The presence of Tobias disappearing for a short moment as she wearily rubbed the bridge of her nose. At this point, even a bench out in the depths of this thick fog would do for her, atleast until she got further instructions from HQ. But instead she was stuck with a grouch who was most likely going to continue tearing her ear off with his gruff tongue. As if agreeing with multiple ideas in her head, the brunette moved both her feet to the floor and placed her hand on the table, preparing to push herself up and just walk off without even a farewell. However, the sight of a certain monkey approaching her was about to make her reconsider. Blinking with a blank expression as he held a cigarette in his little paws, she cautiously accepted it into her lips, flinching even as he snapped his fingers to set it alight. Thinking it was just the Pansear being sweet, it wasn't until the male spoke in his usual bluntness that she knew it was infact from him. Dropping her bag gently to the floor as if saying that she was going to stay, the brunette moved back into her chair. A content smile crossing her face now that a certain little luxury was in her lips, "An apology isnt need, I can accept when I'm in the wrong. But... Thank you." Taking in a longing dreg of the cigarette smoke, she laughed subtly as he did indeed shrug off her request at knowing his name. Well, she wasn't going to say hers either, as he didn't seem like the type who would give a Rattata's behind. "Thats alright, not knowing just adds more to the mystery." Turning her head to gently release the smoke from her lips, her eyes still focused on him as he mentioned a little more about Prometheus. Watching the legs off the fiery monkey dangle off from his broad shoulders, she still couldnt help but smile at his unique expression. "Ahh, I think I see. So Prometheus was a gift from someone? Hah... He doesnt seem like a bad Pokemon, well behaved unlike the uncontrolled beasts some rowdy trainers have."

Suddenly looking around for a place to tap away the ever growing line of ash at the end of her cigarette, she eventually settled on knocking it into the edge of her hot chocolate mug. Slotting it back into her mouth, the faint ideas of him being some sort of investigator still lingered in the back of her mind, even after his stern words. Remaining silent, Sharada lent back in her chair further, her eyes narrowing, scrutinizing him as if trying to figure out if he was lying or not. He was playing a really good impression if her thoughts about him were true but oddly, she seemed to believe him. Especially as his words linked into his personal thoughts about the many other groups which were dotted about the world. Even his views of Pokemon seemed like the typical Rocket... No, the word "typical" didn't describe him what so ever. For this spy, it was almost terrifying that she had managed to stumble across someone who genuinely wanted to be a part of this vile group, unlike her. Still, she had a role to play and if a possible recruit was right before her, then there was no need to rope in an innocent trainer.

"Hah." Breaking her unusual string of silence with a single laugh, she was about to mention the odd bond between him and his Pansear. Or atleast until he finally spat out the idea of he, himself being a Rocket, anyway. "Business, huh?" She questioned, finally feeling that she had been able to slot a single piece into this mysterious jigsaw puzzle. Resting her elbows back on the table, she couldnt help but wear a much more wicked smirk, "I wonder, too. What could someone like you do, hmmmmmm--" Continuing with her little game of tease for a few moments longer, she didnt want to test his patience for too long and she did owe him for that cigarette. Moving her eyes suggestively over towards the window and back, she pulled the cigarette from her curved lips, changing her expression to more of an innocent smile. "The answer is right in front of you. In more ways than one." Savouring the final dreg of her cigarette, the brunette didn't even consider tossing the left over butt into her mug and instead, scratched it against the tables surface. "A way to prove ones strength usually links to how many badges a trainer has in their possession. That grotesque building holds the first one of this region and usually shines a bit of promise to those who walk victorious out of those sliding doors. Get that and I'm sure you'll have no trouble attracting a little negative attention." Closing an eye, her stare remained heavily on him, "You should be cautious. Without a proper leader, bits of the Rockets are still in shambles. Something about him wanting to find his son, or changing his ways, or something. But hey, what would I know and what should I care? Maybe I am lucky enough to be sitting with the future boss." With her words taking a bit of a strange turn, she couldnt help but point a finger into her cheek, "And by the way, you should believe what I say. My source? First hand experience, if you know what I mean." Laughing, she knew that he probably wouldnt believe her. "Girls can be materialistic creatures. Money is the only thing that interests me. "

It was clear from first glances at the stern man that his Pokemon were also kept on a tight line but even a man like him was up for letting them off their leash at some times. Which little Sharada was about to witness very soon. A part of her wanted to know what other Pokemon sat on his belt anyway, perhaps more exotic Unova creatures? It was a shame she was far too nervous to ask. "That's always a good sign. I'm sick to the back teeth with angsty Rockets and their irritating Pokemon, it's like they dont take anything seriously. I guess it is pretty much like Master like Pokemon." Flinching as a sudden burst of laughter from the other side of the cafe struck her ears, her icy blue eyes glanced over her shoulder only to see the group of males from before. They seemed like a right annoying bunch, if they were in a different location Sharada probably wouldnt have any qualms dishing out a bit of pain. "Psch, just like them..." Turning back to look at Tobias, she blinked upon seeing that their behaviour had angered him also, a hand slipping into his inner jacket. Smiling, the brunette cocked her head to one side, "Sure, our conversation can be put on hold."

Watching silently as he tossed the Pokeball forward, just what popped out wasn't as exotic as she hoped, infact the mere sight of such a creature sent shivers down her spine. "A Drowzee?" Creepy. That was one word to describe the freakish looking creatures, at that moment in time she felt sorry for the group of boys. Keeping her eyes fixated on the blank expression of Tobias as Prometheus chatted out it's orders, the sudden movement of the tubby Pokemon caused her to scrape her seat across to one side, moving away from it abruptly. Leaning to one side in her seat, Sharada watched as Asmodeus barged his way through the cafe, gulping as it came into contact with the boys. She wanted to prepare a Pokemon of her own incase worse came to worse but a horrified expression soon crossed her face as he worked his magic. The uncomfortable sight of the boys moving up and against each other was enough to make her immediately look away, her cheeks flustering after such an embarrassing display mixed with the emotionless gaze from Tobias. Who the heck was this man?!

Looking over Tobias' shoulder, the sight of the three males continuing on into the street just proved even more awkward, her eyes darting down only to see Asmodeus back by the table. She couldnt look anywhere without being flustered or terrified. Immediately clinging either hand onto her opposite shoulders, Sharada sat in a protective pose until the beast was returned back into it's Pokeball. Once it had gone and the sound of Tobias' voice rang out once more, she tried to feel a bit more at ease. "I-I can s-see your potential... V-Very good!" Hoping there would be no more perverted antics for the rest of the day, she breathed out heavily, listening as Tobias moved back into questions for her to answer. She didn't mind all too much though, at the moment he was just a fellow trainer, right? Just asking for tips for the first gym. Convincing herself with such thoughts, the brunette pulled a smile, although the surprise of the previous events were still apparently lingering in the back of her mind. "The way you word it does make it sound like a meaningless item but that is the way recruitment is set out. All you need is the one, however, from then on you may progress however you see fit. But really, it's quite amusing whipping a badge from them. It makes the town seem almost pitiful if not even the Gym Leader can defeat a 'Grunt'."

Listening to even more of his demands, the brunette smiled to him once again as he requested knowledge on Falkner. It's not as if the Gym Leader was going to give him too much trouble, a single glare would most likely be enough to make the floppy haired boy jump from the platform. "I guess I can help you out. But from what I've witnessed, you will most likely be fine without any prior knowledge." Thinking back to her own time in the Gym, she slowly remembered how much of a farce it was. Looking out of the window, past the groping men, she stared at the tall Gym building, a more serious look etching into her face. "The Gym Leader here is Falkner, a Flying type 'Master'. He's still kinda young and has a bit of a reputation to uphold since taking over his father but I'd still say he is too inexperienced. Almost like he doesnt want to be there." Focusing back on the chimney that was Tobias, she slowly continued, "I went in there with an Electric and Ice type, I tell you now his Pidgey is a joke. I reckon a Magikarp with Splash could do more... I guess the real problem is that blasted Pidgeotto." Thinking a little deeper, she rested her elbows on the table, shrugging her shoulders slightly, "He seems to have a thing for mud slapping. The accuracy of your Pokemon will drop in a matter of seconds, you miss, he hits, done. Pidgeotto isnt exactly slow either, you just gotta hope that you hit hard and quick." Laughing to herself, she gave Tobias a reassuring nod, "It's a breeze, a joke. The next town on is probably what you want to be aware and prepare for but thats for another day."

It wasn't really his longing for knowledge about the local Gym that questioned her but more like his reaction to the hierarchy of Team Rocket. His wicked smirk was unusual on his blank face, it was almost scary to see what such a tiny bit of knowledge could do to a man. However, she didnt want him to feel like he it was going to be calm sailing straight to the top, if ever whilst herself and Joe were around. "It's quite scary how much of a leader vibe you have. Perhaps its just the way you speak, I can imagine many Rockets feeling rejuvenated and inspired by your words." Placing a hand on her chest, she continued to try and lift his spirits that bit further. "I'm from foreign lands too, so I had never even heard of such a group until treading foot here. My current time has proved successful, my pockets are full and I get a thrill out of terrifying people from them merely seeing the red R on my clothes. But without that ambition from the top, it almost feels empty at the same time, as if it's getting boring. Everything is so weak around me, so easy to defeat and pin to the ground to walk over... Maybe you can inject a bit of life into things. I look forward to your attempts, anyway." Deciding it was time to change her tune somewhat, a part of her knew that an extra bit of challenge wasn't going to stir him. This horrific man seemed like he wanted to climb to the top regardless of everything and anything. "But there is a catch."

Resting her elbows back on the table, she linked her fingers together before using them as a rest for the side of her face. "Although we dont have a steady Leader, there are 4... Executives who are trying to run the joint. Personally, I only know of the one so far but I know that it'll be tricky to climb your way past them." Waiting for the next question to enter her ears, his invitation at remaining in contact with her almost came as a surprise. Looking around jokingly as if to suggest he was aiming his words to someone else, she placed her gaze back on him and gave a single nod. "I'm hardly going to reject after finding someone with an actual brain. That way, you can contact me if you ever need support." Delving into her bag, the brunette brought out her own Poketch, pressing about the screen to start a new contact. Blinking at the empty space where the name would most likely go, she laughed awkwardly, deciding to try her luck again. "N-Name? I guess I could label you Future Boss o-or something..." Trailing off, she thought perhaps sharing her name out first would make things less awkward. No, probably not. She didnt really want to give her name out either but if this guy was a potential threat for the future, it'd be best to hold onto it, to pass onto Joe if anything bad happened. "My name is Sharada, by the way." She spoke out with a subtle smile.

Picking up on his forced smile, Sharada laughed quietly and glanced away. Obviously her words had been childish or something, he had been even blunter than usual. What Rocket Grunt would enjoy battling a Gym Leader just for a few kicks? Perhaps a handful but surely he would be more impressed or interested if she came across as violent. money and power hungry or something. Sighing to herself, she merely nodded as he practically summed up her lengthy description of the Violet City Gym battle. There wasn't really much to say as it really was just simple. It wasn't as if the very first one of a region would prove too much of a challenge anyway. Perking up at the mention of his team, the way he worded his speech made it sound like the Pokemon with him weren't necessarily his. One thing was for sure, Prometheus was a gift, did that mean the others were from the same person? Or maybe it was something a bit more serious. "A dolt? So your team are from someone else? I guess that'd explain the Drowsee, they aren't seen much around this part of the region." Somehow managing a smile, her thoughts still lingered on the idea that all his team was most likely a gift from the same person but still, she prodded at an idea. "Or perhaps they found their way onto your belt illegally."

Having no idea that the majority of his team, if not all, were infact previously owned by the closest person in the world to her, Sharada shrugged off if they had been stolen or not and went back to buttering this "future boss" up. Her insides almost ground to a halt as he admitted to being a criminal, the Rockets being a group which best suited his skills. If that was the case, right now Sharada could be sitting opposite even a murderer, how was she supposed to act? Clutching the edge of her seat with her hands tightly, she tried to look as intrigued as possible, nudging a few questions his way for once. "You dont say? Whatever you do, you must be perfect at as you made it here without being questioned by any security. This just makes me even more interested in you." Smiling back at his wicked grin, although she didn't personally agree with all this, she pictured such a powerful sounding criminal like him to be a hit with most of the dumber grunts on her level. He had a silver tongue that just forced you to pay attention to him and even as a spy, he could probably convert her to a full Rocket if he knew and tried. "I'll take a step back and watch you rise quickly through our ranks, then. Theres no doubt that you will gain a few bemused stragglers under your wing before your following of grunts grow. Just remember that I'll be your number one fan, okay?"

Sitting back in her chair, Sharada had to cast an uncomfortable gaze out of the window as Prometheus lit up yet another cigarette for Tobias. With folded arms, she rubbed her fingers together in almost an irritated manner, her ever growing addiction showing as her mind began to nag at her for one. Yet she wouldnt dare ask, she'd just have to live without it for now. Shoving aside the craving, she shook her head slowly as she was questioned about the four executives. "I'm not too sure. They are the sort of people whom I know are around but I havent had the... pleasure of meeting. I'm not aware of any fights breaking out so I would guess that they work together fairly well. Or atleast, they probably have the force themselves until the boss returns." Flinching as Tobias then threw another grouping of questions at her, the brunette held up her hands and gestured for him to calm down some. "There is no need to rush, I'm getting to it." The smile slowly disappearing from her face, she began to recall the time of meeting one particular executive down in Slowpoke Well. "It was only for a brief few moments but the one I know of is called Proton. He is the one who stations grunts or new recruits down to Slowpoke Well in Azalea to test their loyalty by snipping off the tails of Slowpoke." Pausing, she gave a quick thought to her lovely Greil, disguising it as a moment to think deeper about the blue haired man. "His choice of Pokemon? I have no idea. But he had no problem in picking up a cleaver and getting himself nice and bloody." Getting onto his personality, Sharada's own seemed to take a bit of a nose dive. Letting out an unimpressed sigh, her face scrunched up with irritation. "His flirting attempts with sliced off tails in either hand wasn't all that impressive to me. 'Seems to be incredibly interested in the money side of things as he was in a hurry to trade in the tails he collected for some cash. He has a fierce tongue when needed too, I guess he is... satisfactory. I dont think he would suit the top and most of his followings are the female grunts or guys that wish they could be him."

Pausing as Tobias held the cigarette in his finger tips and tried to re question her about the current boss, it was becoming clear that he was deadly serious about taking the top spot. She knew a tiny bit more information than she was letting on, her unsure expression followed by silence giving it away. Mashed bits of words from Joe as well as endless gossip from fellow grunts made her a little unsure but regardless, she let out the remainder of what she knew. "I didn't want to say as it sounds completely false, but..." Trailing off, she thought a little harder before looking to Tobias in the eye. "I heard a few years back, when Team Rocket were situated in Kanto, that a lone kid fought his way through the whole group and single handedly took down the boss. When I say kid, I literally mean one of those ten year old brats. The boss disappeared shortly after and it was the current Executives which rounded up the remaindered of what little they had left before moving here but they havent heard anything from the boss since." Blinking, she stared at Tobias further with a serious face, "You may very well find him on your travels. I heard he is in Johto. If you were to gain his trust and have the title handed over to you, then even better. Im sure if the boss would show his respect for you, others would follow. Of course, there will always be one or two groups which would miss the old leader but they can be kicked into shape or easily disposed of by your more loyal faces."

Strapping her usually bagged Poketch to her wrist, the brunette might just have found a reason to use the machine. Having only used it to contact people once or twice, perhaps now she would get more use out of it. Firstly reading out her number, she paused as he finally revealed his name. Looking at him quietly for a few moments, she eventually broke out into a smile, "Tobias." she replied back, pressing in his information in about half the speed he had done. As the machine fell back under his sleeve, Sharada couldnt help but notice one or two things, "You typed that all out so fast, incredible!" Although, his words infact led to yet another question, in which she took on in deep thought. She had explained a great deal to him, practically everything she knew about the group thus far herself. The only other bits were the usual mission giving but going out and stealing stuff or causing havoc was just common knowledge, right? She didnt have to explain how they worked. Besides that, there was only really one or two other things which hit her. "I... guess I could explain the currency? It's nothing too amazing but perhaps it would be best to get a heads up for when you meet Bob." Rubbing the back of her head, she briefly began her insight in the world of tails, "In Team Rocket, we trade Slowpoke Tails for cash or Pokemon. They are worth an insane amount on the Black Market which is why there are regular missions down in Slowpoke Well in Azalea. You remember the Unova Festival? We have a tent there where a trader of ours have some of the more rare creatures Unova have to offer... O-Oh and Bob? He is the recruiter here in Violet. Poor guy has ran into nothing but bad luck lately and he has been bleeding from a few places but he should be back for when you get that badge... Hah, I wonder what he'll have you do. I'll be sure to put in a good word for you."

Sighing in the back of her mind, the whole linking of the words 'original trainer' and 'obtained by chance' were clear enough to read, even a toddler could put such a simple two together. Resting the side of her cheek into the palm of her hand, she pulled an weary expression, looking to Tobias with her narrow icy blue eyes. "Whatever you say, boss." Having her Pokemon playfully stolen in the past, she didn't appear all too happy by perhaps falling under the incompetent title Tobias was so firm in believing. Some were so skilled in the art of theft that it was impossible to notice. "Stealing is an everyday task. It'll be interesting to see your skills in action." Trailing off, her eyes widened just slightly as he placed down what almost seemed like a threat. It was almost funny too, considering he knew nothing about her really, obviously she was being looked down upon somewhere along the line. Sitting back in her chair, she held up her hands, "Ahh, there is no need for all that. Here I am spilling out all the information, asking for nothing in return and now you're gonna set your perverted monster on me? Haha, no thanks."

Parting her lips with a slight smile, she was about to speak until her throat ran dry from words she couldnt quite say. Instead, Tobias continued to hammer nails into her coffin, burying her bit by bit. Sending a glare down to the tables surface, she snarled to herself before shrugging her shoulders. "Many apologies for not seeming capable. I warn you now, you'd be pleased with someone as strong as me when you meet the other typical Grunts." Still a little grumpy about how he was looking down at her, Sharada listened in on his journey into the region, frowning a little at his mentioning of a girl following him. Blinking in further surprise at his reaction from a passing girl outside the window, she couldnt help but laugh. Both at the idea of Tobias having a little stalker and also the quick dreg of the cigarette from Prometheus. Covering her apparent smile, she stared at the male before her, "I guess it's that mysterious aura about you what attracted her, whomever she may be..." Folding her arms onto the table surface, she glanced to Prometheus as he spluttered from the smoke. Giggling at him as Tobias thought over the words she had said, his sudden conclusion on the Team Rocket Boss made her think for a moment. "Maybe if I had been in the group since the very beginning I would understand better myself. But all I know is that a majority of the Rockets are working out a way to bring him back. But some want a boss now, it's all very here and there." Delving into the matter of Proton, Sharada really had little to say about the leech. In her head, she couldnt quite work out which of the two she would prefer as the new boss. Either would be quite terrifying. Despite his sour presence, Tobias did hold that bit more of a leadership skill. If his Pokemon were to grow in power, he would certain strike fear into the hearts of people as the old Team Rocket once did.

Amused by the genuine shock spread over Tobias' face, it was pleasing to see that this man wasn't completely frozen and actually held some sort of feeling. Tilting her head as he repeated her words, she wasn't sure how to make it any clearer for him. "Thats riiight. A lone child. I'm very sorry if you are disappointed but it works in your favour, yeah?" Nodding repeatedly as he spoke out some spiel about it being time for the Rockets to gain a true leader they deserve, she couldnt help but be overcome by the passionate speech from Prometheus. Almost more interested in the little monkey that Tobias himself for a few moments, she grinned at his cute little chimping noises, "Is that so? I see, I see~ I hear the boss has a Persian partner but a fiery Pansear suits such a fierce red R much nicer." Sitting back as she watched the little monkey be told to quieten down, she chirped up despite noticing he had fallen deep in thought. "The boss is still the boss, just get his blessing and then do whatever you like after you get the whole of the Rockets behind you. Dont slip up just because you personally think he is ridiculously pathetic."

Still looking at him expectantly as if waiting for him to reveal that he had some sort of knowledge with computers, she felt almost deflated as he revealed something else entirely. "O-Oh, is that so?" She questioned in a disappointed tone. Nodding as their conversation was slowly be surely drawing to a close, she spoke out in agreement to round up the loose ends, hanging around at the mention of Bob. "If that is his real name or not is the question. Hah, he does his job though, so what does a few letters mean." Unexpectedly, Tobias suddenly took a turn for the worst. Had she said something wrong? Sure he was grumpy but now he was clutching his forehead as if he was in pain, Prometheus seemed to be acting oddly too, pushing against his eyepatch. Jumping in her chair as he raised his voice to her viciously, the brunette glared to him. She didnt quite know what was going on but there was no need to speak like that to her. Perverted Drowzee or fiery monkeys, it didnt matter, with her current team she would like to think she could curb stomp him. Gulping, she managed to stammer out an answer before showing her concern, "Enemies? How about the world? If you dont see the red R, then they are against you." Cautiously standing to her feet, the brunette walked around to the otherside of the table, not touching him but holding her hands out as if about to, "--Are you alright, though? If there is something wrong just say, alright? How about another drink, anything, just let me know."