Tris was snappily dressed... in workout clothes.
Though she was hired as a lawyer, in order to maintain her trainee status (and thus official member of team rocket status) she had to keep in shape. And Lawyering doesn't do much for the body.
Sheri Sebra Serif, or Tri-s, known as Tris, lay on a weight bench, pressing a moderately light load of weights on the weight machine.


Timothy was encouraging in the typical timothy the Spinerak way he had, chirping every time she managed to lift a weight. He had no idea what the heck was going on, but the spinerak did know that it was a GOOD thing every time she lifted the weight, so he would encourage her. Because he loved her. She was the best! Person! Ever! except for Everyone! Everyone was wonderful and he loved them! Yay!

Tris was intensely focused on the machine. Though it was the Team Rocket Weight room, she had no insignia on her clothes. She had, once, wanted to get a Team rocket tattoo... But her role in the organization meant that she had to keep up a respectable facade, that is, if she wanted to keep her license to practice law. She would rather not have any sort of slip to reveal her true loyalties and cost her what she had worked so hard to get. That meant workout clothes and skin art had to be either respectable or nondescript. It was a pity. If she had her way, she would flount it, even just in the HQ. She was a huge fan of the organization, had been since before she had gone to law school. She wanted people to know how loyal she was.
But she had to settle for being sneaky about it.
Which... actually suited her just fine. In a way. It was so much fun to show up those pesky law enforcement agents and to bend the law to her will. All the better when everything she did was, technically, legal.
It gave her a sense of personal power.
Of course.
Sometimes she forgot she was a trainee.
She got up and added more weights, straining under the new weight.
She hoped to change that.