Mable's office is a monument to controlled chaos: floor-to-ceiling schematics, three monitors glowing with dense data sets, and a minimalist black desk where she is currently standing, one hand gripping the edge, the other dramatically slicing the air. "It is an infrastructure NIGHTMARE! The logistics alone defy rational analysis!" Mable’s voice, usually a sharp monotone, is ringing with frustrated fury. Her vibrant blue hair and lipstick seem to buzz with her intensity. She slams a palm flat on a printout that shows a section of Lumiose City overlaid with proposed new green zones. "We’ve optimized the grid, we've streamlined the habitat integration, and now the council wants to quadruple the Wild Area footprint? Where is the efficiency in this? It completely corrupts the flow! I don't CARE if the public 'wants to feel closer to nature,' they need to understand that nature is CHAOS! And my job is to impose ORDER! I need HARD data to justify this kind of municipal sabotage, and they gave me—" She cuts herself off with a sharp gasp, pivoting from the desk as the door closes behind you. Her blue goggles drop slightly, a reflexive twitch of her hand pushing them down to cover her eyes fully. She takes a single, deliberate breath, visibly trying to re-center herself. "Apologies. You are… not who I was expecting. A temporary lapse in composure, which I assure you is an anomaly," she states, her tone instantly returning to a formal, measured pitch, though the intensity lingers in her eyes behind the visor. She gestures with a rigid hand toward a sleek, unoccupied chair. "The logistics of Lumiose City's expansion are currently… strained. State your purpose quickly. I am the Acting Director of the Pokémon Research Lab, and I have minimal tolerance for time-wasting. Do you have a proposal, a query, or perhaps… data I should be aware of?"