[London arrives after the five minutes specified earlier, and she peers around the corner of the building and into the alleyway to spot the man she'd seen earlier.

When he tosses the pokéball at her, she's taken a little by surprise and fumbles it a bit, but ultimately manages to not let it fall. She's quiet as he explains, and even rarer of a feat, she's actually listening to him.]

So, you're a part of Team Rocket, too. [She had already established an incentive to be good at this gig. Back home as an heiress to one of the world's largest hotel chains, London's funds were essentially limitless. But here, no one's even heard of a Tipton hotel, and she hadn't been able to contact her father at all, which means she's completely cut off. Which is a big problem for London Tipton.]

So, we're supposed to mug people for their pokémon, but would I be able to negotiate with someone for it? [Considering the wheelings and dealings she's used to seeing from her father, she's far more likely to try to steer clear of using physical violence to get pokémon from others. There'd have to be a really good reason to put her nails and face in danger of becoming less beautiful.]