[center][h3][color=39b54a]- Peggy Atkinson -[/color][/h3][/center]

[color=f7941d]“No, I’m not Err. He’s inside. I think,"[/color] the boy replied to Peggy's non-question. [color=f7941d]"Although it’s pronounced ‘Elm’. He’s a pretty cool guy. I guess if you’re here to see Elm, you’re here for a Pokemon? Same here.”[/color]

Peggy stared up at the boy. Was... he being sarcastic there, making fun of her? She couldn't tell. It didn't sound like sarcasm, but she had always had trouble deciphering tones. Before she could make up her mind, the boy, introducing himself as Avery and her 'new friend', stuck out his hand to shake. Peggy stared at it for a moment with the same dull, mouth-open look as before.

[color=39b54a]'Shake his hand, you moron!'[/color] an angry voice spoke in Peggy's mind and she quickly grabbed his hand, her body lurching forward as she did so and grabbed for his hand, grasping it tightly. [color=39b54a]'Now speak!'[/color]

[color=39b54a]"P-peggy!"[/color] she stammered out. [color=39b54a]"Atkinson. My name's Peggy Atkinson."[/color]

[color=39b54a]'Now that wasn't so hard, was it?'[/color] the same snide inner voice muttered.

Just then the door to the lab opened and someone else, a boy with glasses, peered out. This sudden appearance caused Peggy to almost jump out of her skin and she snatched back her hand, clutching her arms to her chest protectively.

The boy with glasses seemed to be an assistant of the professor's as he invited them in and Peggy quickly scurried through the door, pulling her hat down over her eyes before sitting down stiffly in one of nearby chairs.