Now, this is a new feeling.



Franka gazes down at her new digital body, marveling at the detail with which the character she created has been brought to life. She squints. She could count the threads of her button-down shirt, if she had the patience for it... Ah! But wait, there's a world of fascinating details outside of her own self too! She looks up, mouth ajar, taking in the jury-rigged apparatuses and piles upon piles of papers in wonderment.

It's a good thing the game started her facing in the direction of the Professor and gave her head a little nudge in that direction as well, because she might not have even noticed Dr. Bunya was expecting a response otherwise. Franka blinks, meeting the NPC's expectant gaze and searching her memory for what was said while she spaced out. "Oh, sorry," she says, before she realizes she's doing it. She clears her throat. "There is a lot to look at in here, haha..."

Is she really making small talk and excuses to an NPC? Franka suddenly feels a little silly. But then again... Dr. Bunya is so animated and lively, Franka finds herself suspending disbelief without a second thought. She smiles nervously and nods. "Okay. Distraction time is over," she announces, in her faint German accent. "Let's get started. Fire?" Not that that's the type she's after, and that's obvious in her tone of voice, but she'll play along just in case the Doctor's programmed to listen for that particular word.

At the first question, Franka opens her mouth to give an immediate answer, but... pauses. She knows Liesel's answer, obviously - she's restless, in an irritable sort of way. Always chasing some sort of novelty. She doesn't regard it as a particularly positive quality. But what would Franka's answer be? She's got to get, and stay, in character. Turning the motion into an exhale, she instead shakes her head. "If I don't have anything to do, I would say it takes me about half an hour for boredom to really set in. If I'm doing something, even if it's not something I find interesting, it'll take longer." A harmless lie. One that won't really be tested in this environment. Or even just in this room. If she gets bored, she can just let her eyes wander over her richly detailed surroundings and find something inexplicable to occupy her thoughts with. Speaking of...

"A question for you, okay. What is that stuff?" Franka inquires, pointing at one of the beakers of diabolical-looking black liquid. A practical question about a potential hazard, the kind of question a building inspector might -- oh, who is she kidding, she's just plain curious.

The final question, however, leaves Franka stumped for some moments. In Franka's fake backstory, basically everything goes right. There's nothing she'd want to go back in time and change. Isn't that the main reason someone would want to use time travel? To right their past mistakes? She strokes her chin. Should she make up a new regret for Franka? Everyone has regrets, really, even nice normal people. But they're probably minor stuff, stuff that doesn't warrant doing something so drastic. So there's got to be something else.

It takes her a moment to think of another thing that power could be useful for. "I think... I would visit the future!" she finally announces with a smile. "It would be fun to see what new inventions we will come up with. And I'm curious how places will change with the times."

That's a reason that makes sense, right?

Franka studies Dr. Bunya's face intently, still smiling. Can the NPC tell she's lying through her teeth? The more she interacts with her, the more that feels like a real possibility.

Franka glances at the Corruption slime again. That name doesn't exactly inspire confidence in her. She'll keep her distance and leave the investigation to the expert, then. Don't mind her.

Franka catches the ball, almost fumbling it. Turning it around in her hands, she reads the label. Huh. The personality quiz assigned her a Snivy. Should she read something into that?

...She shrugs and nods, after a moment. Franka wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. It's her second favorite grass starter, next to Rowlet."Thanks, Doc," she replies, and means it.



She finds a convenient spot on her belt to affix the Pokeball, and starts picking her way through the mess towards the door. She thinks she'd rather meet her new partner for the first time in a less cramped and hazardous environment. "I'll take good care of them," she promises, waving goodbye to Dr. Bunya. "Auf wiedersehen!"