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Bringing some boxes with him, Seth soon arrived at Aila's quarters. Swiping his executive keycard through the slot, the door obediently unlocked and allowed him access.

As soon as he entered he could tell the room belonged to a girl. Granted a very serious and realistic girl, but one nonetheless. There were books, a wardrobe of clothes, a dresser with a plant being lighted by a sun lamp, a jewelry box, and various other belongings.

As he stepped in, Seth set down the boxes. Quietly he went about the room, surveying everything that was there. He felt a bit odd going through someone's personal belongings like this, but someone had to do it and it might as well be him.

He briefly surveyed the books, peeked in the jewelry box, studied the rapier at her bedside, and finally moved over to the nightstand with the journal, notebooks, papers, and some occupied pokeballs. What caught his eye though was a small notepad marked "Will." Picking it up, Seth opened and skimmed through it. His brows rose, marveling at the fact that someone so young had actually thought to make a will. Aila clearly took this seriously too, even if it seemed evident that she never thought it would be needed.

The man sighed. This will would have to be honored.

The knock at the door quickly got his attention, it might have even startled him a bit as his head snapped to look in the direction of the door. Seeing the agent standing there, Seth frowned thoughtfully as he considered the offer.

"If you want. I don't mind." He wouldn't force anyone to help him with this, but he wouldn't deny the offer of help either.

Seth then looked back at the list in Aila's will. It was pretty simple, really. Tucking the notepad into his pocket, he set about to start working. "Did you know her?" he asked as he moved to the books on the desk. They were organized in three piles and placed in seperate boxes. The psychology books for Isadora, the acting books for the infiltration department, and the others for the library if nobody claimed them.

Looking at the variety of subjects that the books came in, Seth would have to agree with that sentiment. "It would seem so," he said in a neutral tone that hinted at the fact that he was trying to mask his true thoughts and feelings.

Mau's face was a familiar one, but Seth didn't know him very well. Of course, that was common with him since he had trained many recruits, and worked with countless others. He saw many faces in passing, on missions, or otherwise, and he was no extrovert.

Once the books were put away, he decided to go for the clothing, which she seemed rather neutral about. Pulling open one of the dresser drawers, he stared in silent shock for a moment as he came across some undergarments. Not that he'd never seen women's underwear before but it was still.. a bit awkward.

Ugh. He didn't want to deal with this, but he did anyway. Scooping out the delicates from the drawer, he held them with arms outstretched as if they would bite him. Walking across the room with them, he dropped a bra on the way. The undergarments were then deposited in a box, where they would remain on the bottom, so he could cover them up and not look at them anymore.

Mau's question was a welcome distraction though. "Hm?" Seth then meandered over to the computer to glance over the materials on the screen. "Yeah, I will go through the computer later and extract any useful files." His tone one of utmost seriousness despite the slightly embarrassing situation with Aila's underwear.

Seth grunted in annoyance when Mau pointed out that he had dropped one of the... delicates, instead of picking it up himself. That meant he had to pick it up, and he did. Stooping down, he picked up the bra by a strap that was held between his thumb and index finger. He then tossed it into the box as if it would give him cooties. Had it been one of Nadja's bras, this wouldn't have bothered him, but it had belonged to a seventeen year-old girl and it just seemed a bit wrong to be handling her underwear.

He then went back to the dresser and started pulling out more clothes. Tops, bottoms, uniforms, and so forth. He went back and forth between the dresser and the box, carefully placing the clothes inside and making sure they well covered the underwear.

Mau's question though, gave him pause. "Well enough. I was the one who recruited her, and I'd been following her career since she came." Granted, they had not spoken often since she came into Team Rocket, but there still was a connection there. She was one of the few who didn't outright dislike him and genuinely respected him. They had always been busy doing their own things, especially him, and now he regretted not taking more time to speak to the girl.

"Yes she did," Seth agreed thoughtfully in reply to Mau. "She met and exceeded my expectations." But it had been cut far too short.

If one knew Seth, they would know that he typically didn't speak openly to people, especially those he didn't know well. However, times changed and people changed, plus this was not a typical situation. Perhaps the Executive needed someone to talk to since his usual companion was not present.

"I know, she requested a letter be sent in her will." Seth reached into his pocket and pulled out the notepad before handing it to Mau. "Her courier bird speaks only French. I will leave the matter to her partner." It his mind, it was the most appropriate way to handle it.

Once the dresser was cleared out, Seth next handled the items on top of it. The sun lamp was turned off and packed away, with the plant set aside for Inigo. Taking the jewelry box, he opened it up to view the gems that were inside. It seemed a waste to toss them, and Aila had not named anyone to take them. Perhaps Nadja would be interested in them.

"It was a noble quality," Seth agreed. You could never be too prepared, although one had to wonder if she really did take things a bit too seriously sometimes. But that was part about what he liked about her. She was professional, did her best, and got the job done. She had been a reliable Rocket. It was an unfortunate loss.

"Yes, they were both native to the same country." It certainly made sense to Seth, plus the fact that he didn't want to do it himself.

The bed was stripped, the closet cleaned out, and pretty much everything was now in boxes. The things that had been marked in Aila's will were placed in their own box.

"I will make sure her will is honored," he told Mau. That was what he planned to do anyway.