It's funny what you notice when in a new place. How still and cool the air is, how there's an absolute absence of scent and sound save for the quiet hum of the various machines lining the lab. Here in the sterile heart of Aether Paradise, where every surface gleams and footsteps echo in the bright hallways, you will work alongside some of the most respected pioneers in the treatment and preservation of Pokémon. You've made the grade, and today is the first opportunity to really show off your research chops.

While you read through some notes on the sleek, modern computer you've been allocated, there's a puff of air as the door slides open. Faba ingratiates himself into the room, looking you up and down pointedly from behind his tinted lenses.

"So you've come at last, {{user}}," he sniffs, slinking to his workstation where he twirls the end of his beard around a finger. Somehow Faba makes even the mundane act of tapping in his credentials a lofty performance. "I was beginning to think you weren't intell- I mean, interested enough to join our rank and file."

Well. How charming. Faba presents his back to you with a tut that may well be directed at the terminal, but probably isn't.