This woefully thin file made Tristan’s heart sink. He wasn’t sure what he hoped to get here, but it was more than this. Still, he’d thumb through what was here while she spoke, adding this information to what was already banging around in his head. He’d allow her to speak as he scoured each word she wrote, and at points followed along in her notes with what she was saying out loud. All the while he was making mental notes on things he wanted to confront her about. And he was going to stop keeping things so close to his chest. This wasn’t like his normal jobs where he was more than capable of handling things on his own. He needed those he was going to be working with to know what he knew. Even if they were some sort of sleeper agents. At this thought, he turned to feign looking at Forrest, really intrigued by what Samantha might think about all of this. “So, you don’t know anything about all the people who were helping Taurus empty the base we infiltrated? They seemed to know who and what he was, as far as I could tell. So it seems they're still doing some sort of recruiting.” He’d continue going through her files while he waited for an answer. Ether could observe to pick up on her non-verbal cues while he listened to her words. Once she offered her thoughts on that, he’d move on. “And you don’t remember anything about your meeting with him in Lilycove about three years ago?” He’d pause to allow her to answer or just think of the implication while he explained, “We’ve learned that his Gorebyss is rather adept at manipulating minds. Erasing a memory seems to be well within its ability.” He’d, again, allow her some time to explain, perhaps unveiling some insight she hadn’t already. Once they concluded with their conversation, Tristan requested that Forrest be teleported to his home at this point - his presence was no longer required. Of course, this was more that Ether finally revealed to his trainer that the man was mostly lost in all this and was just going where he was told. He figured it would be good for him to go home already - Tristan needed to speak with his parents soon as well. When Kline let Tristan know that Percival was to be arriving shortly, he confirmed that he would stay and meet with the Gym Leader. “You should go back to your family. I’ll be in touch.” His lips pulled in a forced, contemplative sort of smile. He’d see Forrest off and wait for Percival to arrive. “So… any thoughts?” He asked of Samantha after a long enough pause. He hated himself for being desperately curious about where she was at with all of this. Still, he needed her insight if he was going to get any sort of grasp around any of this. While they talked he’d make his way to his office here in Zephyr Base. While making his way there, he had an Investigator let Senior Inspector Rachel Pevinces know that he was on site, but probably not for too long. He'd request the same Investigator, one he hadn't met before, to ensure Percival Gutermuth would meet with Tristan instead. This office was somewhat similar to his own in the Rustboro HQ. It was minimalistic with a tidy desk and chair, a small conference table, and a couch and coffee table. She had a much better view out of her significantly larger window. At this point in the evening the deep purples and blues colored the clouds as they lazed by as the last remnants of sunlight gave way to night. As they waited for Percival to arrive, Tristan would do his best to prod Samantha for her insight and perspective on everything that was going on. He wanted to know about the Mauville Attack, sure, but definitely wanted to know about these Zodiac people and what they might have planned for all the targets. He asked if she had any ideas about what their timetable might be, despite it likely being altered since they were caught infiltrating a base. He was also curious about her thoughts about Lady Fairfax and what Samantha thought she might do about all of this. He also wondered what she thought they should do with Jonton - have the Rangers keep him, or send him back to his mother. He was also intrigued to know her thoughts on who they should target - the Zodiacs personally or their Pokemon. Should they try to detain the Zodiacs, or should they use lethal force? Would their Pokemon just go under the command of other Zodiacs at that point. But, also, what sort of message would it send if they executed these people? It would probably just make them look like martyrs. Tristan had been impossibly busy since very early this morning. Sure, there was a nice little hike, but ever since they were caught, Tristan had been feverishly working on this “case”, if we wanted to give this whole thing such a mundane designation. His intense curiosity and need to know as much as possible as quickly as possible had brought him through most of the day. He was only now starting to realize that he hadn’t eaten anything since lunch and so called to have a meal brought to him in this office he had effectively commandeered.