Appearing in the lab Hephaestus takes a moment to adjust to the new environment. Rolling his shoulders while bobbing on the balls of his feet, he rocks his head from side to side. Eventually he takes a deep breath, yawns, and opens his eyes to give the professor a quick once over. "Not bad." He comments, turning in place to take in the surrounding lab. "Your team has really managed to throw something mildly impressive together out here."

Finally, after fulfilling some internal criteria he turns the full attention of his copper-colored eyes on the professor, a smirk playing across his lips. "It's not an inkblot test is it? The last guy didn't take 'Two Bears High Fiving' as a proper response." Almost absently he raised his hands to about stomach height, palms down. Curling his fingers slightly he made quick flicking motions. Anyone that had ever seen a standing desk would recognize the position. "Bad jokes aside, please continue, Professor." He finishes with a little more respect in his voice.

He stops 'typing' and gives her an inquisitive look. "Well, if you're looking for good help, I'm not exactly out here for the usual fair that you probably get through here. Let's say it's more along the line of... Cataloguing and collating data. But, lets finish your interv- I mean, 'game' first."

He takes an extra moment to actually think about the questions. While vocally quiet, his body language speaks loud. From the static, rigid, typing position he relaxes. One hand drops down to his waist, a thumb looping into a belt loop. His other hand comes up to finger the lapel of his long coat. Even after unlocking one knee and settling in a semi-casual lean he still has that same, proper, underlying posture. Finally, he nods a few times before responding, his voice cool and thoughtful.

"First, I don't generally crack under pressure, I'm more the kind to simply keep whacking away at a problem until it's solved, or it's known that the problem is unsolvable. Lets call that both a good and bad habit. As he speaks, he moves his hand around, gesticulating in small movements as if he were giving a lecture. "Perseverance is good, but it can be a fatal flaw. As for ruling the world?" He chuckles once more, shaking his head in dismay and flicking his hand as if to cast off the very idea. "Not a chance. Not for any moral reason, mind, just that ruling the world is more effort than it's worth. I'll leave that foolhardy task to lesser minds." His eyes flick up and his voice takes on the quality of someone quoting something in a mildly amused tone. "'It is a well-known fact that those people who must want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it.' Right?" As he quotes his sharp eyes once more focus solely onto her, watching to see if she recognizes the quote or not.

"Wise words indeed." He agrees with a nod.

Taking the ball in his right hand he stands straighter. He takes a moment to heft the ball experimentally before he passes it from hand to hand. Finally he finishes by throwing it up and catching it in the other hand. "Funny, I always thought it would be heavier." He mused aloud to himself. "I'll have to get one and see if I can take it apart." Settling it into his palm he glances at the name of the Pokemon before unceremoniously dropping it into the pocket of his coat.

Once more he returns his full attention to the Professor. His copper eyes gazing into hers with the particular curious intensity common to someone watching for something. "I wonder what criteria you use to align my personality to a Pokemon. How would you respond if I was mute? Or only responded in gibberish? So many questions." Focusing on a point in space between them he smirked before returning his focus to her. Reaching up he tapped his temple. "Unfortunately it seems we're running out of time. If you ever need any of that 'good help' I'm sure you know where to find me."