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In the madness of the museum escape and the flight back to HQ, Espresso and Cappuccino had managed to stay out, not joining any of the larger pokemon that were contained in storage balls for the ride home. They did their best to be helpful in the transport. Being little fluffballs with nub legs impeded a tremendous amount of usefulness, but they were there none the less.

When the jet arrived and the injured Rockets were wheeled off to the infirmary, the little Whimsicotts had no place to go. They wandered the building briefly, listening to the rumors of what had happened. They were present for Lucere's meeting, standing amidst the sea of Rockets, eyes filled with worry. When the boss departed they'd tried to follow him. Lucere was the only one left in the building who they really knew. But his brisk walk was too fast and, dodging the dispersing Rockets, small voices lost in the crowd, the pair failed to reach the elevator before it snapped shut behind him.

They tried for a while to reach the top floor. They knew from experience that the ducts didn't go directly up there and the elevator wouldn't admit anyone without authorization. Without any way of telling the Boss they were even in the building, they were eventually forced to give up.

Dejected, the pair abandoned the elevator and wandered toward the infirmary. Going back to Lore's quarters to sit alone staring at their friend's belongings seemed too painful to face quite yet. Checking on the Rockets who'd made it back seemed better.

When they arrived at the infirmary they lingered near the door, peering around with large eyes. From their vantage point on the floor it was hard to identify the occupants of the beds. Cappuuccino caught the sound of Alba's voice drifting from a bed being visited by another Rocket, "Cott." She took Espresso's hand and the pair waddled closer.

Well, he'd just done a fabulous job at being an inconsiderate idiot. Alba took in and let out a deep breath. He'd have to apologize to Claire later. Help her out. Help everyone get Aulus and the others back. But first, his own brain needed a chance to process it all, or he'd just make things worse.

He forced a small smile and nodded distractedly at Inigo's question. "If... if you could. Sorry, I just... I'll be better later-" He quirked more of a smirk at Asch's demand from beyond the curtain. "Yes, sir," he answered, keeping any amusement out of his voice. Looking back in Inigo's direction, Alba noticed movement by the doorway. Whimsicotts. He recognized them, but it took a moment to remember what Whimsicotts he knew of besides Bonnie and Clyde. Alba's eyes got a little wider as he made the connection. "Inigo. What happened to the Pokemon belonging to the others?" he asked quietly, still watching the pair.

"Ching?" Spook, meanwhile, had hoped down from the bed and a few feet closer to the Whimsicott duo. She chimed worriedly for them. If they were wondering around alone, had something gone wrong with caring for the Pokemon of the captured Rockets?

As Inigo didn't know who had told them to keep it down, he merely shrugged at Asch's words. They weren't even being that loud, and they were in a public room. He was lucky more people hadn't come in to visit. "Alright, I--"

Suddenly Whimsicott. Inigo twisted around in his chair and quirked a brow at the pair, wondering where they came from until he heard Alba's question. Ohh, did these two belong to one of the Rockets that were captured? "I'm.. not sure," he answered honestly, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck a bit sheepishly. "They never mentioned anything about the pokemon.."

A thoughtful look flickered briefly on Inigo's face before the grunt reached to his belt and in a few moments, two more Whimsicott appeared in the room. Clyde yawned and stretched a bit, while Bonnie immediately took in their surroundings. Before she could even wonder why they were here, her gaze locked on the other pair of Whimsicott. Her golden eyes narrowed. "Whimsi! Whimsicott, whims!" She demanded of them, one nub-arm on her hip and one pointed at them. What were they doing here and what were they playing at? There was only room on the base for one badass pair of Whimsicott, and that was her and Clyde.

Clyde, on the other hand paw, was excited to see more of their kind, so he waddled over to them and held out one paw. "Whims!"

Spook looked back and forth between the Whimsicott duos. She jumped a little at Bonnie and Espresso suddenly being at odds, then quickly moved between them with stubby arms waving. "Ching! Ling chingling ling!" This wasn't the place to be meanies. "Chingling?" The bell Pokemon looked questioningly between Bonnie and Espresso. Couldn't they be friends for right now? Cappuccino and Clyde were doing so just fine.

Alba, meanwhile, watched the exchanges with a sullen face. "They're Lore's," he explained, trying to keep his voice low and directed at Inigo. He didn't feel up to making eye contact with other people anymore just now, though. "They helped out best they could in getting the other Pokemon rounded up, after... after what happened." He didn't feel much like talking just now about what had happened, either. He was going to have his hands full enough with getting rid of that Nakura person later, as it was.

Having decided there was little she could do immediately, Sierra had made her way back to the infirmary for her daily physical therapy. Exercise would get the blood pumping and her brain working...maybe. Either way, it was something productive to do, so she felt less like she was wasting time. Let the more able bodied agents do the legwork, and she'd come along later to see how she could help.

Passing the recovery room on her way to physical therapy, the commotion within caught her attention. A frown crossed her face, and she slowed to look towards the room in curiosity. Pokemon sounds could be heard within, as well as human voices...then one in particular shouting "Put those damn Pokemon away!"

A peek inside showed that one guest had several visitors, human and Pokemon alike, but that there seemed to be someone else behind the curtain having a less pleasant day. Curiosity getting the better of her usual discretion, the hobbled grunt aimed a pleasant enough smile and nod at the others in the infirmary while limping her way over to the curtain to take a peek around the edge. Seeing the red-haired agent inside, she involuntarily quirked a brow.

Without saying a word to the shouting, restrained agent, Sierra's hand went to a familiar Pokeball on her belt, calling the creature inside with a brief flash of red light. "Khalon," she murmured quietly, the shiny Umbreon tilting his head upwards to listen. "See if you can get our noisy friends out there to move outside, would you?" The dark Pokemon nodded and padded beyond the curtain without a sound.

"Not sure how much that might help, but..." Sierra's gaze turned back to the red-haired agent, as she tried to remember if they'd crossed paths before. She would think that she'd remember someone so distinct. She couldn't even remember his name though. Ah well, fellow team member and all that. "It was worth a try in any case. Anything else you might need, being err," her gaze flickered to the restraints, curious but not prodding, "otherwise detained for the moment?"

Beyond the curtain, Khalon approached the gathering of Pokemon with a smooth, graceful stride, pausing to 'intrude' with a bow. "Pardon me, friends, but it seems to be growing quite crowded in here. Perhaps we could move this gathering outside, where there is more room and we're less likely to disturb anyone?"

Asch ground his teeth irritably, squeezing his eyes shut. He just wanted his head to stop pounding. That's all. Where was that damn nurse with his pain killers?

"I don't care whose Pokemon they are since my head feels like its going to explode" he said in a strained voice. This concussion wasn't helping his mood in the slightest. Nor was the restraints.

The red head then twitched as he heard someone else's voice and opened his eyes to see... a girl he didn't know with an Umbreon going to shoo away the unwanted visitors.

"Who are you?" he asked with a frown. The fact that she had asked him if he wanted anything else having been completely missed.

Asch just stared at her wordlessly for a few moments. It didn't seem like he was going to tell her to leave, since she really wasn't bothering anything. The only reason he was upset was of cause all the noise on Alba's end of the room that was aggravating his headache. Some people were just completely thoughtless.
This was a hospital after all, not a party.

"Not unless you can get me out of these restraints," Asch said with a tone that implied that he knew she couldn't.

Its not as if Asch had wanted to pass out in the hallway. The Boss had wanted to see him and he went. It was part of his sense of duty. He and Alba had been the only ones to return, and Asch was the highest ranking member of the two.