Thank you.

[Armin moves the gear around. There is a momentary flash of a rather dejected looking Skarmory resting her head on Armin's lap, as well as a pokemon egg sitting carefully nestled against his bag, before Armin points the camera ahead of him and angled slightly downward.

It looks like he's at a forest brook of sorts, his bare feet trailing in the water with his cuffs rolled up. Near to his feet (but not so near, there is a very pointed distance between them) a Carvanha rests in the water. She doesn't look completely tense, but her posture isn't one of total relaxation either. And while she currently looks very well-fed, there is also no denying that her body carries the marks of a rough life: some of her fins are tattered and there are a few scars that run along the length of her.

Armin's voice is quieter when he speaks.]

This is Nemesis. She came into my possession a few months ago. She was-- [A soft hitch of breath, an old anger.] In the past, she was held captive by Team Rocket. I have no idea how long they held her, nor do I know exactly what she was forced to deal with. When I found her she was in a cage in a basement. Ever since then I've been trying to make things right for her, and I think there has been some progress.

[The very fact that she is willing to rest only a meter away from him without shredding his ankles is progress.]

I've never dealt with something like this before though. I keep wondering if there isn't something I'm overlooking...