She had made her decision, to aquire a pokemon to help her on her journey to become a better dancer and to protect her. She entered the lab to get said pokemon and when she did she instinctively covered her face with the Ninetales mask. Approaching the whomever was in charge of the lab to convene her need of a Pokemon for her protection. "Excuse me, I am here to inquire about a Pokemon for protection around the region, whom shall I talk to about this sort of thing?" She asks the nearest white coated professional around her.
The lab was buzzing. Some parts quite literally as machinery busily analyzed, while the further part of the lab was alive with chatter from what sounded like a conference call of some sort. No doubt someone trying to stay incognito would find the bustle quite distracting. Luckily there was an individual near the entryway of the lab who held an air of importance adorned in a lab coat. His glasses were half-moons, eyes often peering over them as he scanned the array of documents and baubles seated on large shelving units.
"Hm?" came the first sounds from his being. Concentration broken, the man snapped his attention to the oddly dressed woman. His brow wrinkled as he took her in, her words not quite parsing in his mind until afterward. "You don't have an appointment, do you?" It was rhetorical. The voices at the back of Elm's lab suddenly heightened, the words garbled amidst the whir of machines between there and here. The lab assistant's tone a bit dry he quickly remembered his manners and cleared his throat. A smile cracked his lips. "Ah well... let me just see what I can do for you."
Signaling for her to stay where she was he moved into the main lane of the facility and disappeared. She wouldn't be waiting long. After a few minutes his figure would return carrying a different set of items than when he left. In one hand was a simple card set upon a striking red device which would soon be explained to her as a pokedex. The other was an inactive pokeball. Standard issue. The kind no single person could go without seeing at least once every week if not day.
"You're in luck," he began, "We had someone cancel earlier this week so there's a spare starter around. Usually the professor likes to give everyone a choice, but if you want a pokemon now this is what you get." The lab technician paused to offer the pokeball to her. "It's called a Squirtle. You may want to give her a more defining name."
"And this..." He cut himself off again after she had accepted the pokemon to offer the other pair of things. "Is a very useful device. Professor Elm has been giving them out as a great research tool. Simply scan any pokemon you encounter along your travels and it will give you feedback on the species, typing, and other useful demographics from the national database. Log enough, and the professor is offering some incentives for adding your scans to our data pool. If that interests you remember to check back in on occasion."
With all that given, the assistant gave her a nod. "Oh ah, but if you're scanning pokemon traded by a close friend we don't want too many duplicates; so those we only accept a limited number of," he added hastily. "So any pokemon you inherit or share with another* who has already submitted that pokemon to the dex data will be marked as such."