[The Absol looks up instantly at the sound of the voice-- and bristles. Like Trainer, like Pokemon, apparently. She gets to her feet with a skitter of talons on tile, with the Aipom on her back still clinging, and wrinkles her snout in the direction of Vincent and her Pokemon.]
[She might well have stayed that way for awhile (her only reply to Vincent, apparently, was STOCK STILLNESS), if-- well hey, speak of the devil.]
Sorry 'bout that, you guys... we can go n-- ... oh, hell.
[Drenched in sweat and swiping her hair out of her eyes with fingers that were just a tad swollen, Heather had come back into the lobby from a doorway that looked like it led to a gym-like area-- there were a couple of older folks in there on treadmills, but the place was quiet otherwise. Needless to say, she'd noticed Vincent and stopped in her tracks, glaring.]
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[She might well have stayed that way for awhile (her only reply to Vincent, apparently, was STOCK STILLNESS), if-- well hey, speak of the devil.]
Sorry 'bout that, you guys... we can go n-- ... oh, hell.
[Drenched in sweat and swiping her hair out of her eyes with fingers that were just a tad swollen, Heather had come back into the lobby from a doorway that looked like it led to a gym-like area-- there were a couple of older folks in there on treadmills, but the place was quiet otherwise. Needless to say, she'd noticed Vincent and stopped in her tracks, glaring.]