Tristan only rolled his eyes at the incredulous question posed by the hulking man. There wasn't any need to respond, nor did he feel like spelling it out for Forrest. Tristan was sure he wouldn't believe, or maybe even understand, anyway. And while Tristan didn't really acknowledge Shaq'ti - he was too busy trying to put the pieces together - Ether accepted and reciprocated her bow on his trainer's behalf.

Even while Forrest spoke, Tristan was shutting down the terminal. When his words finally registered, Tristan rolled his eyes and sighed. "How inconvenient..." he couldn't help thinking.

"So, what have you been up to?" He asked Forrest while they made their way up. Internally Tristan cringed thinking about how Lady Fairfax would be seething about all of this. His assumption that she would call on him to "work around the system" only grew stronger and he began to think of various scenarios in his head about how the conversation might go and how it might be best for him to respond.

Likewise, Tristan shared what he'd found in the Lab; letting him know that Jonton seemed to be more a pawn than anything, and that there was something larger at play here. Even sharing his thought, absentmindedly, that he hoped to debrief Agent Hawly before investigating the safe houses. Ether looked up at him, sharing a curious feeling that brought Tristan back to "reality". Why was he sharing so much?

Tristan didn't necessarily mind taking the stairs - he wasn't a fan of crowded elevators, and it gave him time to think. What he certainly didn't care for was the speed at which the stairs were climbed. This wasn't a race! By the time they were on the floor, Tristan was somewhat winded, though did his best to hide it.

Yet again, Forrest was on full display, showing his disregard for proper procedure, or even decent manners. Tristan was more than happy to wait for her to page in and let the Master General know they were here - effectively interrupting the meeting with a similar outcome, yet in not such a grand show. (Pun intended)

Tristan caught himself being surprised that this situation that he, by happenstance, found himself caught up in elicited an immediate in-person meeting of the Grand Rangers. It certainly shouldn't have, but he didn't suspect that he would be, seemingly, in the middle of it. He wasn't used to being in the middle of anything like this. Always working from the sides and in the shadows. To be thrust into the center, shared or no, of something so significant.

Furthermore, he was surprised that the Grands ended up on the same page as himself. It took him a few moments to realize the implication of this all, and a further few moments to consider an answer to the question.

"Fallarbor Town," he started. "And Route 123." He wasn't sure he wanted to tackle the alleged largest base by himself, but the prospect of all that likely intelligence and documentation was too enticing to leave to Forrest. He had absolutely no interest of spending any time in the Central Desert, and preferred something near civilization than a second location in the middle of nowhere.

Still, he was shaken by the recent happenings. These visions and Oracles current state made him forget that he was a highly capable and powerful Trainer in his own right, and wouldn't be bothered too much by whatever lackeys would still be at these locations.

"Before I go, I'll need some Restores and medicines. Oracle isn't doing well..." His gaze dropped for only a moment when he spoke this, his tone reinforcing the look.

"Also, can we agree that we are going to [i]subdue[/i] suspects and do our best to not damage anything?" His visage and voice hardened, and while he didn't look at Forrest, it would have been clear who he was talking about.