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Isadora sighed as she listened to Claire. She dipped her head backwards into the water and soaked her hair in it for a few moments, then brought her head back up and pushed the few stray strands out of her eyes. At her offer to let Zeus 'talk' with Layleeta some more, Isadora chuckled softly. "Well, who knows? Maybe some shock therapy will be good for the little bugger." Her eyes glanced over to observe her still shivering Pokemon on the chair at the edge of the room. "...Yeah, he's always been like that. At least, for as long as I have been in possession of him. I highly doubt that he was always like this, though. No one is ever that hateful at birth."

Isadora smiled awkwardly. That Zeus... He was an odd one, all right. A lazy, fat little bugger, yet he was incredibly strong and not afraid to call someone out on their mistakes. It was a strange concept for Isadora to wrap her head around, but it certainly wasn't the oddest case she's seen.

"Oh no, I didn't catch him myself. He was a gift from one of the Executives... Oh, what was his name? Lore?" Yes, Lore. That sounded right. He was that fairly handsome one, the one who so much less uptight than the other higher ups to be virtually a polar opposite. He brought Layleeta over from Unova and it ended up being that Isadora was the Deerling's caretaker.

"And since he was from an Executive, I can't just give up on Layleeta. I can't help but feel like he's supposed to be some sort of challenge for me." The woman sighed heavily and floated onto her back, her arms splayed out on the surface of the pool water. She chuckled somewhat bitterly. "Ironic, isn't it," she said, "that the most angry and confused one of the bunch would end up with Team Rocket's local therapist. How funny it is." 'Funny' her a**.

"To be honest, I really didn't see much of him," she admitted to Claire. She tried to recall a picture of him in her mind. "He was a lot kinder and much more easy-going than I assume the other Executives would be. And he seemed to like card tricks a lot." Odd, but not unusual. She shrugged her shoulders. "And I don't recall him ever speaking to me personally. It was almost as if my getting Layleeta was a completely random event."

Claire's faith in Isadora certainly was by no means unexpected, considering all of the talks they two had had together, but it was most definitely welcomed. A small flush of color painted Isadora's face. It was nice that someone at least had confidence in her abilities. "...Thank you, Claire. You're really too kind." She smirked as she stole another glance in her shivering Pokemon's direction. "Pokemon are a lot harder to crack than humans are, but I suppose that's the fun in it."

On the other side of the pool, Iditarod huffed as she looked over to the Deerling. Stupid little git. He got what was coming to him for provoking that fat Pikachu like that. The Arcanine made a mental note not to get on the Pikachu's bad side in the future. She presumed that she would be a lot harder to throw across a pool than a skinny deer. It'd be amusing to see the Pikachu try to lift her. On that note, Iditarod stood and stretched a little before glancing over to the Growlithe nearby. ["Farewell, young one. I hope we meet again."] Without another word, the Arcanine made her way over to the shaking Deerling and, once removing the towel, firmly grasped him in her jaws and set him down on her back, positioning him so that he would not fall. Iditarod turned her head over to her human and barked loudly so that it echoed through the tiled room.

The bark made Isadora look over in her Pokemon's direction in surprise. When she saw the little Deerling on Iditarod's back, realization struck the doctor and she smiled gratefully. "Yes, thank you very much, Iditarod. Please take him back to the office, if you would." The Arcanine nodded solemnly and walked out of the pool room. Iditarod would definitely be getting a biscuit and a belly rub later, Isadora mused. It really was a superb catch.

At Iditarod's leave, Isadora presumed that it would be a good time for her to depart as well. She had an appointment soon, anyway. The doctor looked back to Claire with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry to cut our talk short, but I really should be getting back to work. I do enjoy talking with you, though." And that was the truth. It was very reassuring to know that Isadora had at least one friend within Team Rocket. Isadora got out of the pool, dried herself and Basil with one of the towels, and slipped on her dress, shoes, and glasses. When she turned to leave, she gave a small wave to her friend. "I suppose I'll see you later! Let us talk again soon, yes?" With that, Isadora left the pool, her Meganium at her side.

...If this kept up, she would have to go into Pokemon psychology as well.