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The beauty of sunset in the mountains was lost on Nyx. In fact, she hadn't even noticed that the sun was setting at all until she suddenly had trouble seeing what she was working on. "Maxwell, don't stand in my light." The scientist's head jerked up, her attention being drawn away from scraping dirt into tubes, and directed at her Aggron; Her Aggron was sitting patiently a few meters away, laden with packs and saddle bags, waiting for her master. "... Blast."

Nyx had meant to leave before sunset, so that she could get out of the mountains by nightfall, but there was no chance of that happening now. Flying out was not an option with as much gear as she was carrying. It seemed their only option was to hike down as far as they could and find a place to stop for the night.

It didn't take long before the scientist and her giant steel type pokemon found the path, and even less time before they came across a bench with a person sitting on it. Luckily, Nyx had the good sense to not wear her Team Rocket uniform on this trip, instead opting for hiking boots, jeans, and a red dress-like jacket. The woman who approached Aulus was very short, tan, and owned a large mess of fluffy white hair, barely held in check by a red scarf. "Ah. Hello."

"Yes. Well. Lost track of time, you see." Why did this man have to be sitting on the bench? Nyx's feet were tired and she desperately wanted to sit on something that wasn't the ground, but this bloke reminded her of a few less than pleasant people back at the base, based on the slight scowl, and the overall look having a scar across your face tended to portray. "Ah. Would it be too much trouble if I could just... have a sit there?" She motioned to a spot on the bench not currently occupied by the human.

The woman had more pokeballs, but they were hidden under her bright red jacket, out of sight, and ready if it turned out that the stranger wanted to start trouble. Not that she went around assuming everyone was going to start trouble. In fact, the thought didn't really cross her mind. Most trainers were more than friendly, and she never had to worry about the notorious Team Rocket jumping out of the bushes and stealing her pokemon; She was Team Rocket.

Maxwell, the large steel type accompanying the white haired woman, rumbled and lowered itself to the ground, resting while her trainer chatted up the other human. She looked between the man and his pokemon cautiously; Her human might not have been concerned with the possibility of being attacked, but she at least considered the possibility. It was the Aggron's job to protect its trainer, after all.

"Oh. No. No... None of that is for a prolonged stay. I'm a, uh... researcher." That was sort of the truth; Researchers were a kind of scientist. She wasn't doing anything illegal or terrible up in the mountains, yet, but either way, the man didn't really need to know the particulars of what she was doing. Most people, when faced with the 'it's science' answer, tended to stop asking questions and be concerned with things that weren't too far over their heads.

Nyx had a seat next to the man and sighed. Her feet were about to rebel. They were not the feet of someone who went hiking, they were the feet of someone who spent most of their time in one room, sitting on a chair. Her bottom was a champion sitting bottom, however; Plenty of cushion.

"Are you a pokemon photographer?" She had noticed the camera, but there was nothing out of the ordinary about it to her. Photography was not particularly girly, nor was she concerned with what was and was not considered manly. Even if she did, she had no room to talk, she was princess crazy. The only thoughts that crossed her mind were that this man was probably in the mountains taking photographs of pokemon. Maybe he worked for a magazine. Her inquiry was put out with no hint of judgement, or ridicule, just simple curiosity.

Nyx nodded, "Sounds reasonable. You're bound to make more money that way, I'm sure." She had a habit of being agreeable, even if she didn't really try to be. Logically, there was no reason for him to be defensive, or for her to think anything of him or his hobby, so she didn't, and that left her with two choices, be aggressive, or be affable, and of the two, being friendly was easier and therefor the more logical choice.

"Ahh... I don't believe testosterone inhibits one's ability to understand..." So, what was she working on? "I'm taking readings of various things in the area, and observations. Numbers of wild pokemon, plant life, soil samples, etcetera." That honestly was what she was doing, which very much supported her previous claim to be a researcher. Perhaps she was an environmental scientist? Either way, it was time to change the topic again, before she had to start getting into why she was taking all of the samples. Nyx was not a good liar, she didn't want to have to test her luck with this man.

"What are you taking pictures of up here?"

"Hm." Nyx didn't often take the time to stop and smell the roses, as it were. She was more likely to stop and study the aphids. Though, looking at the sunset, she could understand how the mountains could be aesthetically pleasing. "Ah, I don't read many magazines, besides Reader's Compilation... But I think that there are a few companies based in Camphoreon. Local companies, most likely; Maybe some branches of the ones from the other regions." The 'researcher' ran a hand through her frazzled hair and sighed with a small grin. "I'm Emma."

"Ah, that is Maxwell." The Aggron rumbled softly upon hearing its name. "Your Absol- Tortie- has quite the interesting coat color." Actually, both the Absol and Aggron were uniquely colored, though Maxwell's body was brown instead of grey, and his armor bronzed instead of steel-colored, things not too far removed from a normal Aggron.

Nyx wished she could just fly out of the mountains. She hadn't packed a sleeping bag or food more substantial than beef jerky and trail mix; Sleeping in the mountains would be an interesting adventure. At least she'd found this bench to rest on before getting to the hard part of camping out. "Are you planning to sleep in the mountains?"

"Ah... probably a good idea." Nyx reached under the skirt of her red coat and pulled out a pokeball. She had two flying pokemon with her, seeing as Tazieff had just recently evolved, but she didn't trust the Charizard not to fly off on a whim and leave them. The ball opened and a large Pidgeot materialized out of the white light. "Langley, find us some shelter. A cave or something." The Pidgeot bobbed its head a few times and took off into the darkening sky.

Nyx was not a person who got spooked easily, though there was something about the idea of being in the mountains alone that shook her. Even with all of her pokemon, what if something happened and she fell or the latches on her balls jammed? Or if there were a wild Onix that appeared out of nowhere and ate her? The scientist stared wide eyed into the increasing darkness, spying for danger. She was certainly glad that there was another person around, even if he was a civilian... but what if he was an ax murderer? One of the crazy people who escaped from a near by asylum (because there were always asylums in the mountains). Nyx turned and stared at Aulus, inspecting him for any signs of possible murder-tendencies.