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"I'm..." Wait, did we really get that far in the conversation without introducing ourselves? "...Gladion. Nice to meet you." <><><><><>

"I don't really know either. I just got here yesterday, and I've kind of been... avoiding the public eye. If there's something we- that I need, the counsel that taken pity on us would probably pay for it, too."

Still in training? I guess if it worked for Nero. Gladion wasn't sure how he felt about this guy, but Nero had seemed trustworthy. Nero had lived this himself, too, so surely if Nero approved of it, it wouldn't be a disaster. "Sure. May as well give it a shot."

A soothe bell? A fucking soothe bell was the answer to the problem Faba almost lost his head for? Was Faba really so ridiculously inept that he'd been bested by a problem that could be solved with a cheap metal trinket? Okay, that was plausible. It was Faba, after all. On the other hand, he was...

"I don't know. We could probably get it off, but... Well, Nero seems to work properly, but I don't know if I would. The Nulls of my world... something went wrong with the connection between the RKS System and their brains. The helmet keeps the system deactivated. For my own safety as much as...

"If it's anything like the helmet my partner has had for her entire life, then there won't be. It wasn't really designed for normal life. She used to be fed liquid food with a tube. Once I saved her, I just ended up having to stick my hand through the eyehole. She didn't seem to mind it, but I'd...

"They... what?" Gladion lifted the skewer and examined it. Technically, this helmet wasn't even his head. He wasn't really going to try this, was he? He held the skewer to his helmet and shut his eyes in silent contemplation of... eating-related thoughts. He was not particularly surprised to...

Oh god, I managed to make it worse by accident. I can only pray nobody else heard that. For the first time since arriving, he was grateful for the mask covering his face. "T-That's not what I meant. Sexuality-wise, I have no idea what goes through her head. I mean, like genderless except not...

"I don't really do anything special. My teammates were a Null and Sneasel." Mentioning he had a Null would prompt questions. Best to get it over with. "I had nothing to do with my Null getting ending up like that, for the record. I lived in the place she was made. Things got screwy for both of...

He accepted the skewer and thanked the server, then he followed Shane to the table. Walking on 4 legs had been pretty manageable, but walking with 3 legs while holding something was hard. Anyone watching him probably thought he was drunk... Or, on second thought, anyone watching him was...

Gladion looked over the menu. There was a roast berry skewer. With any luck, he'd be able to poke it through the eyehole of his helmet. It didn't sound appetizing, but better than begging someone to feed him. "I'll take the, uhh, skewer, please."

Gladion tried to look around, but the helmet restricted how far he could turn his head. He felt like people's eyes must be boring into him, but he couldn't really see much of the clientele. It felt like there was a Feebas flopping around in his stomach. "Now that I think about it, I'm not sure...

Lillie's disguise covered a hint of a smile. "Thank you." <><><><><>

Lillie squinted at him. What on earth had happened since she'd disappeared? "I doubt they'll follow you here, to this little nothing town that they'd have to give up their humanity to enter. It sounds to me like your real concern should be getting back before anything else has time to...

Lillie followed Harvard up onto the table to listen. ... So he was caught up in a gang, then. "I'll be safe. Those crooks won't be looking for me. Nobody even knows who I am, really." What kind of criminals would care about me, anyways? "Even if they are, they won't be able to find me here."...

Blondie? It'd be nice if you used his name, because if I squint a little that almost sounds like it could be... my brother. "Okay, people have names, you know. We use them so that people can identify who each other are talking about." His 'Pa' knew Father before he disappeared. His 'Blondie'...

Lillie sighed. "I take it you've heard of Professor Mohn?"

"It is not just sci-if trash," Lillie hissed. "It's..." She couldn't say what she was thinking. He didn't think it was her fault, and she didn't want to change that. "It's the reason I'm here." Wait no, that's not good enough. It's also the reason he's here, dummy. "And, uhh, my father. I...

Was he mad? What was he getting at? "I don't know. I would've been here when it happened."

Oh. Oh no. "I think..." What could she say? She couldn't admit it was her fault, but she felt compelled to say something. "If you're talking about what I think you're talking about, then... Then... I might've had something to do with it." Please don't be mad at me...