The professor and his visitor turned to address the newcomer. Oak nodded as the boy took a few steps closer to the group. He was about to speak when a flash of light interrupted his thoughts as a black and white humanoid pokemon with green hair akin to a music staff appeared next to Angelique, chirping as if it was attempting to try to communicate with the humans in the room.
The girl offered a weak smile and a small nod toward the man with the glasses. "So, you're the intern then?" she asked. The young man did not quite know how to respond to that quip. With all of her knowledge and connections, how had she not known that Oak had gotten an intern? And out of the hundreds of applications that had been sent in, how did she not find out that it had been someone from Castelia, the city where her first shop was located?
The intern was about to respond when he was interrupted by Oak. "Ah--so you two do know each other..." Not quite knowing what else to do or say, the student responded by cracking his knuckles--something of a nervous habit he had picked up during his studies, he had no idea as to why, but it was something he did.
Angelique shrugged. "His mother was my brother's mentor. We've met a few times..." What she had failed to mention to Oak, however, was that those "few times" were essentially him looking up from a book and saying "hello". She had asked once why he was not trying to get into battling like most kids their age or coordinating like his mother; the truth was that he never liked the concept of battling and he had been surrounded by all things "Pokemon Contests" that he did not feel like following in his mother's footsteps. When he told her this, she almost took it as if he had made some blasphemous remark about her mother, some personal offense that seemed otherwise mundane to the boy.
The girl tilted her head slightly toward the intern, appearing to try and wrap her head around his entrance with his previous statment. "Exactly how so? I assure you that the Professor is quite capable of studying multiple eggs at once..." Was she mocking him? Was she that dense where she could not tell when she had undermined the work that he had been assigned? He had been asked by Oak to retrieve an egg from Vermillion City; and all of a sudden, who shows up on his doorstep with four additional eggs from out of nowhere? It was not a matter of whether the professor could study multiple eggs at the same time--he knew that Oak, despite his... erratic outbursts, was more than capable of that--but more of a matter of pride; he felt betrayed that the professor would have taken eggs so willingly like that, especially if Angelique decided to visit as spontaneously as she had--
A high-pitched squeal broke the train of thought coursing through his mind. He whirled around to find a younger girl rubbing her face against Hex's head, giggling and praising how cute and adorable she looked. Even Zeke seemed to have a confused look in his eye as he wriggled and swam through the air, crackling with electricity. The intern heard a bit of laughter coming from behind him as both Angelique and her pokemon giggled at the sight of the excitable girl. He could not understand how they could have found this amusing in the slightest--did they not know that they were just perpetuating this sort of behavior by paying attention to her?
After a few seconds, Angelique had decided that it would be best to leave--the intern felt that his neck was growing stiffer and stiffer by the second and tilted his head to the side after she left to visit the different biomes outside the lab. A loud cascade of cracking sounds echoed through the lab after the door to the outside closed behind the girl. Of course she was going to show off her pokemon--she always felt the need to do that, what with her literal collection of dragons, two of them being colored differently than the norm of their species.
"...that's Professor Oak to you, not Sam..." the intern muttered through clenched teeth, making sure no one heard him. Zeke lowered himself closer to the ground, more content with wanting to swim around the man's legs than having to deal with the scowl forming on his face.
"J. T., did you say something?" Oak asked as he handed the boy a clipboard. "Here, let us begin with our research on the eggs, shall we? Please, take notes!" The professor began to wave his arms and throw out different words to describe the eggs that Angelique had brought and set down ever-so-carefully in the device in front of them. The intern, however, was not quite as focused on taking notes on the eggs but instead turned his attention to the young girl holding his scraggy, her face toward the ground almost out of embarrassment.
"U-Um... I... came to ask a few questions." The girl managed to finally speak--somewhat timid considering she had only moments before squealed in delight from finding Hex. The scraggy cooed in her arms, which both relieved and worried the intern at the same time. At least for the time being, the pokemon was preoccupied with attention, which kept her out of his hair when he was trying to research.
He took a deep breath and did his best to calm himself down desite the situation. He was getting too worked up over Angelique's sudden appearance at the lab--answering this girl's questions would be something he could to take his mind off of these things.
"Well, what sorts of questions to you have?" the intern asked, trying to avoid looking down to the scraggy in her arms. He could not tell if he looked calm enough--his face felt warm, either out of embarrassment or rage--but he did his best to look and act the part. He calmly took off his glasses and wiped them on his shirt before realizing that he had forgotten to put on a lab coat before walking in. "I'd be happy to--"
"J. T., bring me my laptop, please!" Oak interrupted, too lost in his euphoric egg stupor to realize that the intern was dealing with the teenager that he had neglected to address. "Oh, and Evee, could you go outside and ask Angelique to come back inside, please? I could use her help."
The intern rolled his eyes and could not suppress an agitated sigh of approval. "Professor, with all due respect, Angelique is not your intern..." he muttered before walking down the hall, not wanting to hear nor caring to listen to any outburst he might have. "Evee, was it? Wait here for a minute and I'll be able to help you with any questions you may have--just let me grab the professor's laptop and I'll answer anything you ask to the best of my knowledge." With that, the intern was gone, racing to the back room ot try and find the computer in question. He passed by a rack of lab coats on the way, and he managed to swiftly throw it over his shoulders as he pushed ahead to a back office with a "Samuel Oak" nameplate etched on the door.
"Why of all possible days did you decide to come today, Angelique?" he groaned softly as the tynamo swam into the office ahead of him, his body glowing and radiating light in all directions. "Thanks, Zeke--the light helps out a lot. Maybe you could teach Hex how to be somewhat helpful?" He chuckled at the joke; had the scraggy heard and understood it, it probably would have earned the intern a headbutt to the back of the leg--lucky for him, that Evee girl was so infatuated with her at the moment that he felt it necessary to make the comment.
"Mo..." Zeke responded, his lights flickering and changing color from bright white to blue. The intern had always wondered what pokemon had tried to communicate to humans and thought back to the university in Castelia. There had been a pair of students his junior year--a boy and a girl, that he could remember; the girl's name was Dawn, he was sure, although the male's name escaped him... The two of them had a theory that spending copious amounts of time with a pokemon would allow one to understand or even speak with them. He was interested in the theory and perhaps wanted to use it in the field if it was ever proven a valid theory--perhaps his pokemon would become essential field agents that he could depend upon; but for the time being, it was a pipe-dream, and he had a laptop to find.
After another minute of rummaging through the piles of papers--the intern could not fathom how the professor stayed organized with all of this clutter--he found Oak's laptop and made his way back down the hall, Zeke in hot pursuit. When he came back to the main area in the lab, he was admittedly shocked to see that nothing had changed at all: the professor was still gawking over the eggs, calling out other random words to describe the shapes and designs printed on them; the young girl that had asked him to answer questions for her was still holding Hex, her eyes wandering around the lab. It almost astounded the student to see that Oak could be so absent-minded at times.
"Professor, here is your laptop; I'm going to take a minute to talk with the youngest visitor here, seeing as she has some questions..." his voice trailed off as he watched the scraggy wriggle around in Evee's arms. "Feel free to put her down, by the way--she gets like that sometimes." Turning back to the professor, he continued his thought. "Unless you want to answer them and let me take some observations of these eggs? Or are you so bent on having your... friend look at them for you?"