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"I was a coordinator, actually. I kind of fell out of the circuit a few years back and took up breeding as a hobby though. Both of my parents were breeders too, so it was just a natural transition to make," Demyx explained lightly, smiling at the enthusiastic Litwick. He paused then to take another sip of his soda, before addressing Saleen's comment. "You'd be surprised at how long pokémon can live if they're properly cared for. I've heard of ones that can manage to live as long as their trainers before, although that's normally pretty rare."

“Oh neat! My parent’s didn’t keep many pokemon so I guess I never experienced a pokemon that lived that long before.” said Saleen. Ciara happily cuddled for a moment longer, then pulled away and instantly rushed at Demyx. But oh no, she didn’t hug his chest like with Panther. No, she wanted to hug something else. His hair. She lay her body on his head, rubbing her face in his spikey hair. “Liiiiiiit!she said gleefully. “Ah! Ciara no! Don’t do that!” said Saleen as she got up to remove her clingy pokemon. She didn’t want her to light his hair on fire!

Upon arriving back at base, Mau headed to the infirmary. It wasn't because he was particularly injured, no, quite to the contrary, he was fine. But some of his pokemon had brought others who had been injured here. That was why he came. Ran was not hard to find. She was easily recalled to her pokeball. Nuu... was making a pest of herself. She was chattering to some poor medical trainee, who didn't seem to know what to do about the blue balloon as it wavered it's hands in his face. When she was recalled suddenly, the trainee scampered off without so much as a thanks.

Mau lingered here for a bit, catching snippets on how the others fared. The man with the punctured lung, the girl with the broken arm, and Hayes were who he had a particular curiosity for. He noted others from the mission come and go as they were discharged. And when Mau caught wind that the others would likely be alright, he took his leave.

Pokemon healed, a quick shower and change of clothing left Mau feeling in need of some tea. Something to relax him and clear his mind before he slept. Or, more likely, dealt with a very upset Allen that he had gone for lunch and not come back. Mau smirked at the idea of how irritated he would be.

Entering the cafeteria, Mau glanced about quickly as he made his way towards where hot water was kept. After filling a cup and dropping a packet of tea in, he meandered back, thinking about leaving, but, perhaps socializing would be fine too. He gave a wave to Faleen and Nikki, passing them. They were absorbed in conversation about the galactic pokeball. He wasn't too interested in that.

Instead he approached a table with but three rockets. Saleen, Panther, and Demyx. It was Saleen's comment about her surprise to meet someone with an older pokemon that drew him in.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked with a smirk, not actually waiting for confirmation before slowly slipping into the seat beside Panther. Not wearing a lab coat, or his agent uniform, Mau looked like a misplaced civilian. He shifted the bag of tea in his cup idly before addressing them again.

"Do you really think pokemon live such short lives?" He hid a faint smirk behind his tea. Still too weak, it needed to steep a little longer. "My apologies, I didn't mean to intrude, but I was drawn by your conversation." he watched as Saleen tried to retrieve her pokemon from Demyx's hair.

"It's almost a shame to hear that, Saleen. I grew up surrounded by pokémon, and I can't imagine my childhood being any different. Hell, it's weird to even think about it," Demyx replied, leaning back in his chair and briefly glancing upward. A childhood without pokémon was a completely foreign concept to him, and the very thought of it was borderline unpleasant. What would he have done if he hadn't received Medy when he was eight?

The sudden weight of Ciara settling onto his head snapped him out of his thoughts, and he laughed softly and reached up to gently pat the Litwick. When Saleen got up to retrieve the young pokémon, he leaned back slightly and waved his hand at her.

"No, it's alright! As long as she's careful, she's welcome to stay up here."

He grinned then, eyes flicking towards Mau as the other joined them. Who could have guessed that their table would wind up being so popular?

"Nah, it's alright dude. The more the merrier and all that. I'm Demyx!"

“Well my mom was scared of pokemon after the last one I remember, a houndour, bit her. So she freaked and didn’t want a pokemon again.” said Saleen with a shrug. “It must be nice growing up with pokemon though.” she said with a grin. Ciara was happily rubbing her face in her hair, oblivious to the fact she was almost dragged off. “If you are sure..” said Saleen as she sat back down and let Ciara cuddle demyx’s hair.

It was then that a fourth person joined their little ‘party’, Saleen knew who he was. She had seen him in the labs in the past, but never really talked to him before the mission. And even then, the only discussion they had was getting Repo on his pidgeot and out of there. That was as far as it got. “Oh well, it’s not so much that I think they live short lives, but if you figure a creature that in some cases spends it’s life fighting, not to mention illnesses they can catch, it isn’t that hard to think they may not live terribly long in some cases.” she said before nodding. “It’s alright.” said Saleen smiling when he apologized for intruding. It’s not like no one was allowed, Saleen had only just joined in herself. In fact if anyone was likely to be put out it would probably be Panther. Considering Demyx invited himself, then invited Saleen, and now Mau was joining in. What an interesting group!

"If you say so Frost." Alexander said. If the other would be fine then he wouldn't argue. He took a sip of his drink and thought of what he would mention to the medics if they do intend to keep his roommate over night. Well at least Skiron will try and stay with him.

He looked over at Faleen and Frost as they talked. The mission was a rather amusing one even though there were injuries. "The mechanical Ariados was caught when a few pokemon dug a hole underneath only for another to fill the hole in with ice." Xander said with a grin, easily up to explaining what Frost asked of him. "When Deimos tried to use the thrusters to escape the top was torn from the legs because of the ice. The top landed in a tree not too far away."

"Mmh, that's... Yes that's correct," Frost nodded, regarding Faleen with an increasingly glassy expression. "I think though that the position of the... you know the crash site... or wreck site? The place where the Araidos and the sonic guns are... Umm... Oh, yes, it was marked. I presume the Executive who was in charge has dispatched a recovery team." Ugh. Perhaps coming here really had been a mistake. Mmh. Any adrenaline that had been left in his system would be wearing off by now. Heading back to the infirmary before too much more time passed was probably a bright notion. Still, it would be rude to wander off right in the middle of a conversation.

Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it, Frost set his half finished yogurt back on the table; he hated to let things go to waste, but he was beginning to feel vaguely ill. Perhaps he should have been less conservative with his estimate on that 'pain scale' thing and just stayed lying down. Well, anyway, round off the conversation with the blonde woman and then get Xander to steer him back in the vague direction of the infirmary... Maybe he'd ask his roommate to stay after all. He despised this feeling of helplessness.

Looking up from his food, Skiron noted his trainer's steadily blanching complexion and gave a concerned 'vrrrr'. It looked like he would be spending the night in the infirmary after all; he didn't like the way the place smelled all that much, but if it was where his trainer was going to be, then it was where he was going to be too.