As she approached Leon, Rose's lips curled. "No," she replied, holding the Growlithe out in front of her to examine it's condition. "Oh..." she uttered softly.
"She doesn't seem to be hurt. Just a little shaken up. I think she may have ran away from her trainer."
Rose stepped forward toward the front desk and allowed Growlithe walk on the counter-top from her arms. It sat in front of her, its head tilted slightly up at her and its tail swaying across the surface of the counter.
"I'm hoping Nurse Joy would know who it belongs to."
Just as she spoke, Nurse Joy emerged from the doorway behind the main desk. Her face expressed surprise upon the sight of the orange pokemon.
"And who do we have here?" she asked, scratching her fingers under the Growlithe's chin. It's tail began to sweep debris from the counter.
"I was hoping you could tell me, Nurse Joy."
Nurse Joy inspected the Growlithe with gentle care as to prevent startling it. The corner of her lip curved up. "No," Nurse Joy answered. "I don't recall anyone ever bringing in a female Growlithe. She doesn't seem to be very old, or trained. Sometimes wild Pokemon around here get curious and wander in the city. It's not common, but I've seen one or two."
The Growlithe shoved Nurse Joy's hand out of it's face and leaned it's muzzle toward Leon, getting his scent.
"Do you suppose this is one of those cases or does she have a trainer?" Rose continued, unable to help herself from grinning at the curiosity of the pokemon.
Nurse Joy released a tired breathe. "I couldn't tell you. It's hard to say. I think she is rather fond of the two of you as it is, but you do whatever you think is best. I'm sorry. I have to go out and tend to some injuries." She made her way past the desk, uttering, "If you'll excuse me," as she walked by.