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Faleen hopped down onto the ground, but turned to face the Rockets in the Chopper. as 1337 and the Galactic argued back and forth.
As much as she would love to confiscate the helmet and look it over a bit, right now wasn't the best time.
Perhaps later she could find a way to take a look at the gear the Galactic had on him.

She stepped to the side when Seth took control of the Galactic and started out, watching them go for a couple of seconds before she let out a soft sigh, and started her way back over to where the Yanmega jet was, and the team of robotics she had still working on it.
"Lets hope he actually does know." She spoke, mostly to herself.

The ride back home after such exciting developments had been a tense one, at least for one Rocket Grunt. Since sighting the odd red and grey Pidgeot outside the chopper, Sierra's shoulders had developed a severe tension that refused to abate, even after the Pokemon had been recalled and its owner restrained. She hadn't had any knowledge at the time regarding its owner, but, that Pidgeot had made an impression on her back in the Galactic hangar on the last raid. She shouldn't have been surprised that there was no recognition sparked by her presence, though. Why would there have been? And while his Pidgeot was uniquely recognizable on sight, hers looked much like any common Pidgeot. Besides, Celeste had been recalled and was tucked safely away in her own Pokeball at the moment.

Shaking off the memories of the aerial dogfight between the two birds, Sierra shelved her personal concern with the prisoner and his Pokemon to concentrate on the here and now. As they landed, she watched her superiors take charge of the prisoner, and she stifled a slight smirk in the process. If they all had to put up with 1337's antics, why should the prisoner be any exception? It was amusing though to see him turned on an enemy for once...

Standing aside as Seth took charge, Sierra waited until they left, then gathered her things to depart. With no further orders, she figured it was safe to assume they were dismissed to their duties, to file their own reports on the incident. If nothing else, she seemed to have picked up one curiosity to investigate while waiting to see if anything panned out from this so-called offer of 'help' from the enemy. Her fingers brushed unconsciously over the new charred Pokeball at her belt as Sierra made her exit from the chopper.

"If you're so eager to help," Seth said as he pulled Star along.

"Then stop complaining and deal with it."

He wasn't going to give this man an inch until Lucere had some quality time with their "helper". If the Boss deemed him trustworthy, that was another matter. But until then, he would be treated like a prisoner. The idea of a Galactic, traitor or not, as an ally... was difficult to swallow. Trust had to be earned.

Eventually Star was shoved into an elevator. Seth stepped in along with him as the doors shut. The Elite already expecting to have Lucere waiting for them.

Having led Star into the office, Seth now stood directly behind him. He watched as the blinds were drawn and waited for Lucere's word. Which wasn't long in coming. Reaching out he untied the blindfold and pulled it away. Seth then stood there in silence, carefully watching the Galactic.

Frost passed out pokeballs at random to his teammates, clipping one onto his own belt. The rest of the valuables - bits of jewellery and so on - went into a storage compartment in the helicopter. For a few moments he kept hold of a white gold locket, clicking it open to inspect the picture. Two young women embracing tightly. He wondered if the second woman was still alive, and how she would cope with the death of her... friend? Lover? They certainly didn't look related. After a few moments Frost shut the locket and set it with the other valuables. He hadn't known them, and they had been their enemies; the death of somebody who was loved by somebody else was regrettable in a general sense, but it was not really his concern in the end. She had chosen her path, and it had ended back there amongst the charred wreckage.

The flamboyant entrance of the Galactic agent was treated with silently intense curiosity. If this man really could help them.... He understood the blindfold, naturally, but he hoped the man's willingness to lend aid wouldn't be impeded by how he was treated. Mmmh, well if immediate amiability was lost there was always torture he supposed.

When they arrived back at base the spindly man was dragged off by elite... and the noisy idiot sorted through their captive/informant's belongings. Frost treated the man to a thoroughly unimpressed look. "If there is any technology in there," he said curtly, "it should be delivered to the tech department, Mister Leet. We might be without our head of department, but we are still functioning quite well in his absence."

"Thank you Mister One Three Three Seven," Frost replied blandly, "I shall. There is no reason for the technology to be delivered into her hands or even waved under her nose, as it does not come under her jurisdiction. You can describe the items adequately I am sure, you seem to be proficient enough at speaking. If she wishes to take her ire out of me she is most welcome to, and I would be more than happy to explain the situation to her superiors once she has finished." Expression unimpressed but lacking in any trace of anger, Frost held out his hands. "The technology, if you please Mister One Three Three Seven. I am certain you do not wish to keep the elite waiting."

Seth stood there in silence as he watched the exchange between this Ian Sager and Lucere. Although his face did sour considerably at the former Galactic's request in exchange for information. And the fact that Lucere agreed with it. The very idea of this man being in the position that he use to hold, and the fact that he would outrank him, did not go over well with Seth. But he had no say in the matter. And honestly, there wasn't really many options. Yes they could have tortured him, but... Seth probably would have made the same decision had he been in Lucere's shoes.

That didn't mean Seth had to like Sager though.

As the Boss dismissed them, Seth returned the nod and directed Ian back to the elevator. There he would take them a few floors down where there were quarters for unexpected guests. On the way, he used his Rocket Dex to contact the people in security to send a couple guards that would be posted at Sager's door.

Once there, Seth used his keycard and opened the door to Ian's temporary housing, gesturing inside. "After you," he said with a note of agitation.