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It was probably easy to miss sight of her. She was short, and in all honesty, the new transfer knew this. She stood just short of 5 feet in height, and in all honesty, she just looked like some kid. Yet as the agents shuffled off to where they needed to go, one pink haired girl stood at attention in front of Seth. She was not wearing the standard uniform, and if it weren't for the fact she already had a belt on her waist, probably looked like she needed a belt to keep her pants from falling off.

Her green eyes were rather piercing as they looked the brown haired man dead into his cold blue ones. He was the same rank as her, she had no reason to fear.

"Agent Kunai, reporting SIR!" she offered in a professional tone, still keeping at attention. She might have looked the part of a kid, but she definitely was not acting the part at all.

"Thank you, sir."

It was an obligatory "thank you" rather than a sincere one. There was no warmth to her voice, her words falling from her lips in a cold manner. Her tour guide (to say the least) turned away and began walking, and quickly her own legs set to work. The big difference between height meant she had to walk much quicker to keep in step with Agent Seth's longer legs. It was something a person had to adjust to, and Kunai had more than mastered the art of walking to keep up with someone.

Before they had even walked into the door, her hand had already reached into her side pouch and pulled out something to keep her occupied during the tour. Most Team Rocket agents relied on Pokemon as their tools. However, Kunai's tool of the trade was in her hand, a finger smoothing over the edge of the kunai knife at hand. Perhaps it was a coping method, since she did not seem like the sort for small talk.

Obviously, this tour of the base was going to be a relatively quiet one.

After each feature was pointed out in the building, the girl repeated the location in a dull tone, just strictly to confirm she got the location correct.

"Public cafeteria." The girl did not have the most enthusiastic look upon her face when arriving, but her expression seemed to grow more sour at the chaos echoing through the particular room. It almost felt as if someone had stuffed a grouchy old woman who didn't like noise in the body of a very young looking 18 year old.

They walked along further. "Recreational area." It seemed to hold no interest to the girl. She walked along, pressing the thumb of her glove against the edge of her knife. Once they were outside of the gym, her feet paused in place as she seemed to almost inspect the room from where she was standing.

"A human gym? Are the Pokemon permitted to work out in the same gym, or is there an alternate gym for that?" Gym was such a loose term these days, that she needed the clarification to ensure she did not misinterpret the information given to her.

Her head jostled one whole time to offer a firm nod at the response. Not one to linger for too long, she obediently followed, keeping her lips pressed shut in a straight line. She, unfortunately, would need to get very familiar with each and every gym in the facility, since it was more or less her job at this new headquarters.

Her steps continued onward, going double the speed of Seth's strides, causing a rather strange rhythm to beat along the floors as they pressed to the Elite Wing. She watched with dull interest as he swiped his card to gain access to the restricted area. Before entering through the door, the pink-haired girl simply asked "How many Elite Agents work in this facility?"

The restricted access could only mean so much if there were floods of Elite Agents working in the area.

After the mention of the dwindling number of Elite agents in the facility, the pink haired girl offered a simple "Understaffed," in commentary. She didn't elaborate, so it could be interpreted many different ways. Maybe she meant that the facility was understaffed? Maybe she was using that word to describe the reason for her transfer to the Kodo region? Whatever the reason, she offered the word and nothing more.

Her short legs continued to keep her just barely at Agent Seth's side. Her legs only took another break when the brunette stopped in front of a door.

Apparently it was her own door. When the card was offered, her hand came up and swiftly snatched it into her own with one clean and efficient motion. There was no gracious tone to her voice as she stated the expected "Thank you, sir!" The folder was soon enough snatched up with her other hand.

He asked about other questions, and it was a well known fact that it was usually looked upon in a positive light to ask an intelligent question towards the end of something so serious. Holding the folder at her side with her short arm, she looked at Seth's piercing blue eyes with her sharp green ones.

"I would like confirmation as to my duties in this facility, Seth."

There was one single nod of her head at the mention of her duty, 100% confirming what she had come in knowing. Her eyes didn't waver as she moved onto the next question, which was rather important for her.

"What are the rules of conduct for dealing with my underlings, Seth? More specifically, those who are under my supervision for training." She lifted up the hand which had now both the card and the kunai knife and rather pointedly held out the knife, as if silently asking if violence was an approved strategy for whipping slackers into shape.

She might have looked the part of a little girl, but she took her work seriously. Perhaps a bit more seriously than an 18 year old should.

Her tone was flat and serious, as it had been the whole time. Yet, she obviously seemed to approve of the response she received.

"I assume that the health insurance policies are in the folder as well? I will review them to see what is within guidelines then work accordingly."

This had been her main issue she had to tend to in Kanto. She kept getting in trouble for going too far and causing the health insurance to get raised. It was a minor issue in the whole scheme of things, but it was never fun to get a slap on the wrist for something so pointless.

Her lips did not smile. Not even a hint of a smirk. "I appreciate your input, for I am under the impression it is an accurate depiction of the guidelines for the health insurance policy." Her hand with the knife and card soon enough fell back to her side and she grew quiet.

She had no more questions for now. She needed to tend to the paperwork at hand. If she was lucky, it would probably take only half a day.

If she was lucky.

Rather than say she had no more questions, she just looked at her momentary superior (of the same rank) sharply. If she was a more open person, she might have asked him if he had any questions for her.

She was not that sort of person.