"..Damn."
The pleasant male tenor managed to sound impressed, sympathetic, and intrigued at the same time, and in the silence, carried far from where the speaker sat. Somewhere near the back of the room, Hayes swiped his sandy blond bangs out of his eyes and readjusted his glasses to get a better look at what was going on.
"Chu," the electric mouse on his shoulder agreed, and grabbed for his cornbread muffin as it passed by. It was wearing his regulation cap.
"Yeah, here." Hayes broke off a piece, dipped it in his chili and handed it up to the Pokemon, who took it in both paws and started nibbling away. The Rocket took an absent bite of his half, but his focus was on the scene going on at the front of the room, specifically 1337 and his.. interesting hardware. His eyes narrowed in consideration, watching the movements, then slid briefly toward Nikki and the chili-covered Seth and back again.
