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The Solarbeam erupted against the window, bathing the room in a bright white light. Taking this as their signal, Aila immediately recalled all her pokemon, selecting Charmant's pokeball and releasing the pink Arcanine into the confines of the room - her speed would surpass that of Pitre's Magnet Rise, and speed was an essential factor. The fire-type, roughly grasping the situation, stood by and awaited the cue to act.

"Let's go!" Aila moved toward the Arcanine, preparing to climb onto the large dog as the window gave way and shattered. The sound dredged of the memory of the ball, fresh and vivid in her mind, as the Beldum heaved himself through the window and rained down shards of glass on the podium. She'd stepped forward, seized one of those shards in her hand, and laughed as she slew her brother's daughter with the sharp edge.

The small agent was suddenly much smaller, crouching on the floor with a pile of notebooks scattered in front of her from where her arms suddenly rose shudderingly to her head. The door to the office, no longer impeded by the Mismagius, was kicked open, the few officers who possessed guns immediately leveling them at the room's occupants. Charmant recognized the threat and placed herself between her human and the villains, a brief blast of Flamethrower creating a barrier of flame to prevent the enemy from entering.

Something deep down in Aila wasn't sure it appreciated how nonchalantly Inigo kept hoisting her around, even if it was only the second time it had happened. A small cry of surprise accompanied the sudden sensation of no longer being on the ground, but she was able to refocus on the matter at hand as a result and so she couldn't really complain. The Sleep Powder downed a few of the guards, one of which had been preparing a second bullet, the resulting spores in the air combined with the heat and smoke of the flames inhibiting the officers so that they couldn't pursue immediately. Calls were made for back-up, however, and so Aila encouraged Charmant to move through the window.

Renowned for their swift feet, the Arcanine proved a far better choice for escape than the Metagross, and they had departed from the campus within a few brief moments, headed towards the city's residential district.

"They'll notice your stuff was taken," she said, speaking over the rush of the air. "I'm assuming there are things you need at home, so we'll go before they have the opportunity to get there first." An expectant pause awaited some information about where exactly his home was so she could direct Charmant accordingly.

Aila rested a hand on the binder to prevent it from slipping as Inigo departed into the shadows of his home, her other hand brushing against Charmant's head in a gentle gesture of appreciation. She waited silently, though attentively, until her companion reappeared, bag and other items in tow. She nodded to him in a vague sort of greeting as he mounted the Arcanine, though his somewhat surprised interjection caused Aila to turn her gaze alongside his toward the window.

The small girl, following the shattered window in such quick succession, proved a similarly dangerous stimulus, and with a sharply exhaled breath, Aila refocused her attention forward, brow furrowed in concentration as small hands grasped pink fur. "You think you have everything?" she repeated in a voice that was surprisingly small even to the one uttering the words. "It won't be easy to return for a while, after the mess at the university. You need to be sure."

She nodded, trusting his judgment and sparing a momentary glance over her shoulder before urging Charmant forward. To her it seemed as though he was making a flippant decision, choosing to abandon his family without thoroughly thinking through all his options. She wasn't particularly sure how she felt about this: On one hand, his research would flourish in an environment that encouraged it, but on the other, it seemed he was taking his normal life for granted. Passingly she wondered if he was aware of how enviable a normal life was...

A few words of guidance later, Charmant slowed to a halt in the clearing near the lake, the height of the moon indicating that it wouldn't be too much longer before the earliest light began to trickle into the horizon. Aila dismounted the large pokemon, waiting for Inigo to do the same before recalling the fire-type into her pokeball. "You did very well, considering this was your first time in any sort of stealth task," she said honestly, if not a bit bluntly. "My offer still stands, if you want to discuss it now." Perhaps in the course of events he had thought of a preferable alternative.

She frowned momentarily that his first question was one she couldn't answer, and it was a relief when the query was rephrased in a way that she could respond to it. "You would be staying in the building, in the dorms," she explained. "You would begin with a training period lasting two months, during which time you would live in a barracks-type environment with several other people. On your promotion, you would gain a single roommate, and then your own room, and then your own suite - as you work your way up. Meals are also provided as well as a cafe where you can purchase more intricate items and kitchens if you ever feel the urge to cook," though she recalled his confession about his difficulty with even as little as a microwave.

"Quite large," she answered vaguely, elaborating, "six floors above ground and at least five below. Possibly more; the lowest levels are restricted to relevant personnel only, so I haven't had the chance to explore everything."

She folded her arms loosely, holding her hands at her elbows, and watched the pair's reunion with a faint sense of empathy that pulled her own lips into the suggestion of a smile. She had never been forcibly separated from her pokemon before, especially not on the premise of never seeing them again; she imagined her reaction being a bit less resignatory and a bit more indignant and combative. The thought made her spare a moment's consideration for the hiker she had met as a part of Seth's training exercise, from whom she had stolen her Acier. She couldn't imagine peaceably passing by if they crossed paths again... Perhaps she needed to be a bit more alert when--

"Ah--" All thoughts derailed by the sudden presence of a Meganium in her immediate person, a long neck curled around her shoulder. She held her hands up hesitantly, unaccustomed to receiving arbitrary gestures of affection, before patting the curve of Leilani's neck in reply.

It was something of a relief when the grass-type removed herself from Aila's space; she liked Leilani well enough, certainly, but the phrase 'too close for comfort' was an applicable one.

She waited expectantly at his thoughtful hum, a sound she recognized at one produced by a person who was in the midst of thorough introspection. The question he finally posed, however, was an unexpected one, and she blinked in mild surprise and processed her reply. Where his gaze fell on her, hers fell downward towards the hands she linked in front of her, putting as much thought into the answer as he had put into the question.

"I've worked with them for a year now, and the only complaints I can offer are trivialities when weighed against the praises," she said, explaining, "Living arrangements at entry level are cramped, food prepared in the cafeteria is relatively unsavory, and instructors tend to be sharp-tongued. But your skills will be accommodated and nurtured, and your superiors will press you to succeed and improve." She raised her eyes to his with a mild smile. "Where I am now, I'd say I like it more than anywhere I've ever been before."