Navarre stirred groggily, jolting awake like he had fallen while in a dream. Heart pounding, he realized he was standing. But not anywhere familiar.

The room was. Very college dorm. There was trash everywhere, fragile things stacked atop unstable things, and a very peculiar whif, every now and then, of bonito. Navarre looked around, trying to get his bearings. Whatever his expectations of UNOVR, this... wasn't it.

He had noticed the woman, but not paid her too much mind until she yelled, and slid to the end of the desk. "... good afternoon," He greeted, neutral, which she did not return. Which was... fine.

She bade him sit, for a... starter pokemon. He didn't know what that was, but had to assume it a game mechanic. Carefully, he picked his way over to not either of the chairs- both full of books, diagrams, and a large fish plush- but a desk, which was strong enough to hold more books and some scrapyard artpiece, so it could stand the weight of him leaning on it.

She struggled to find questions to ask him. This didn't feel very professional. Why were people lining up in droves to play this? "Fire." He said, also neutral.

It was a lot to take in, but damn if he wasn't trying.

Darcy was used to strange questions. He was used to handling strange questions- either via creative answer, or less welcoming means. Was this a common question? No, but he'd had close-enough questions that he felt he could, as the good doctor said herself, wing it.

Navarre closed his eyes in thought, just for a moment, and then looked up at Dr. Bunya again, and nodded. "Well, I suppose I'd have to distract you with our three-year anniversary gift," He said, with a slight, embarrassed chuckle. "Given everything I know about you-" Everything he could tell from this trash fire of a room- "The gift should be... a crystal statue, to suit the anniversary theme, of... Perhaps a salmon? The facets should work well for the rainbow scales." It seemed obvious. Third anniversaries were either leather or crystal, and despite the abundance of cat-theming surrounding this caricature, it didn't seem like she wanted a collar.

He looked at the rorschach she presented, frowning. The middle looked like two canid skulls, lower jaws missing but teeth bared, splotches of blood behind them. "It looks like- the helm of a ship. Right? The fancy ones, with the busts of women to keep the water calm when at sea." The figures on the far ends, faces and busts thrust out, arms pulled back. Certainly sounded better than being eaten by dogs.

The next question was a surprise, and Navarre frowned. "I... don't have one." Which would explain why it was on the paper. This... really didn't feel professional, at all. But she carried on, and Navarre fell quiet. "... No. No pets."

Navarre gave her a soft smile in return to her own. What had she solved? He didn't know, and likely wouldn't care. The smile didn't falter when she pushed ahead with him getting a pet. He... well, he was getting one now, wasn't he? Wasn't that what she was handing out? Maybe not- maybe the cutesey things on the box were something else entirely.

Navarre watched her rifle blindly through the cabinet, and held his hands out for the little orb she handed him- piplup, it said, which meant absolutely nothing to him. But this wasn't about what Darcy thought- he had to make Navarre convincing.

To that end, he gave Bunya a little nod. "Thank you. I'll take good care of them."