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Aila had never realized the sheer amount of stuff she had come to possess before she was made to pack it up. She had managed to move out of her apartment with but a single rolling suitcase to her name. Now, however, that single rolling suitcase was full to capacity and the girl was left with a couple of shoe boxes into which to condense the rest of her belongings. She defended herself with the reasoning that she had acquired a number of new necessities such as uniforms and... a small mountain of plush toys.

It was of no consequence, though. In the end the former thief was successful in her endeavor and was soon proceeding down the hall towards the grunt quarters, four pokeballs attached at her hip. She sported her casual clothes for now, reminding herself that she would have to find time to alter her new uniforms so they would fit later.

Aila glanced at the room numbers as she passed them until she came to the one she had been assigned. Her brow furrowed when she recognized the number, and she studied the door intently before knocking to alert any potential resident of her presence. Wasn't this room...?

And it was exactly the room she had anticipated it would be. Or rather, exactly the room she thought there was a good chance it had been. "Hello, Liam," she said with a cordial smile. "It looks like this was your room after all... I came by before the trainee exam but no one was in, so I thought I might have written down the wrong room number." She had been disappointed at the time, reluctant to go into the test without any idea of what to expect, but everything had worked out in the end and Aila had no reason to bear any grudge for it.

"No, I - " But he was off, his presumably wild imagination carrying him to all kinds of heights. Finally he ran out of steam, falling to silence, and Aila took the opportunity to explain her circumstances. "No need to worry. I passed. I didn't even think it was possible to fail... let alone to be kicked out for it." She had been given the impression that the only way anyone got kicked out was if they did so with a bullet in their heart and were promptly rolled into the nearest body of water.

"Yes, it seems that way." She cast a passing glance at the slip of paper clamped between her hand and the box she carried, a notice indicating the number of her new room. "I'm guessing they're trying to cut down on the number of grunts with their own rooms or something... Save space and whatnot." The expression of pure terror that crossed Liam's face was hard to mistake. Aila wasn't terribly thrilled with the idea of sharing a room with a boy herself, but such was life. "I hope I won't be too much of an inconvenience... If it's a concern, I think I might be able to put in a request to change rooms." No telling how seriously the higher-ups actually reviewed such requests, though.

Aila opened her mouth to accept the invitation when Liam suddenly exclaimed, about-faced, and proceeded to tear through his room in what seemed a fervent effort to reorganize. "You don't have to worry about it... You remember how neat the trainee dorms were?" Or rather, how neat they weren't. It seemed that many a brazen teen joined Rocket for the sole purpose of nonchalantly distributing their belongings throughout the barracks as though the whole room were their own. "Or, if you like, I would be happy to help." It was under such conditions as the trainee dorms that Aila had discovered her affinity for cleaning and organization.

Aila was familiar with the concept of under-bed storage, but Liam seemed to be taking the term to an extreme. He also seemed incredibly nervous about something, the girl noticed with a slight inclination of her head. She gave a mental shrug, deciding that she would probably be nervous too if she had had a room to herself for ages and a member of the opposing gender suddenly declared himself her roommate. She made a mental note to take care not to impose.

With a nod signifying both acknowledgment and thanks, Aila set down her things near the designated bed and opened the flaps. She first drew out the extra sheets she had brought with her from her apartment and began a brief fuss with the making of the bed. She cast something of a conversational glance over her shoulder, "So what have you been up to?"

"That's good to hear," she replied as she smoothed out cream-colored sheets. "I've been working hard too, so I'm sure that rematch will be a good one." She turned to the next objects in the box: a little stash of plush dolls that had somehow found their way into the base in October and been distributed amongst the Rockets with various intents in mind. She'd have to find a proper place for them later. Except for the little spider ones. They had a special place prepared in advance called under the bed forever.

"Sad to say there's not much to tell." Aila took a seat on the freshly-made bed to more comfortably unpack her few belongings. "Met a few people, went a few places... There was a practice mission a while back. That was mildly interesting, I guess." At the end of the day, even work in a crime syndicate was just work, she supposed. People who had fun did so because they made fun.

"A raid would be interesting, I bet," she agreed with a small nod. "It'd be nice to have a chance to put my skills to good use again." She had spent the vast majority of her life honing her skills as a thief. It seemed strange that now, as a member of a criminal organization, she never had the opportunity to demonstrate those skills. She pushed a few more belongings into their new places and then leaned forward, elbows on her knees and chin rested on laced fingers. "Say, are you free right now? We could head to Camphoreon, steal some pokemon... You know, do our job, for real."