[PRP] So It's You Again

[Tinnunculus]

Hayes frowned and pulled out his Rocketdex and tapped swiftly through a few search screens. "He mentioned a.. bird made out of bacon, but.." When photos of ancient carvings and a blurry black and red shape popped up, he blinked. "Oh, it's real. Huh. ..does kind of look like bacon," he muttered. The tech bookmarked the entry and shrugged, flashing a sheepish smile. "He was pretty drugged."

Nemerle stared back impassively at the grunt for some time before her eyes lidded with a slow, deliberate blink. Then, apparently done with him, she began washing a dark-tipped paw.  

[lZAYA ORlHARA]

"Ah...yes, I only learned what I could of it myself from some medics and the few other conscious Rockets left on the ship ride back to base," Nakura answered. "I suppose a 'bird made out of bacon' probably sounded like the rantings of a delirious man, but it's true~ In my fleeting glimpse, I didn't even realize the thing was a pokemon at first, let alone a 'bird'."

If he just reached out his boot to 'accidentally' kick that bothersome creature...but no, its trainer would definitely notice. At last, he finally appeared to be released from the intensity of her gaze as she turned her attention to her own grooming.  

[Tinnunculus]

"..estimated nineteen feet, what the f-" Whatever Hayes was going to say next was interrupted by the elevator doors opening. The blond poked his head out, blinked at the gym-like surroundings, and ducked back inside. "'Kay, B3," he muttered to himself as he punched the next button up.

As the doors closed again, the tech looked at Izaya over his glasses, then back down at his Rocketdex. "Anyway. That's rough, first time out after.. you said jail?" Images and text flicked by rapidly on the little holo-screen, pausing on some orderly text fields with a person-shaped photo off to the side.  

[lZAYA ORlHARA]

Hardly bothering to remark on Hayes' comments, Nakura crossed his arms over his chest and tried to suppress the urge to tap his foot. Other than serious, his expression was pretty much impassive.

"Yes," he replied calmly, but that was all he said. He kept his gaze on Hayes' face, stubbornly refusing to obey his first impulse and attempt to find out what the elite was looking up or otherwise doing.