"I'm Unovan, too. Born and raised in Castelia," Juliette chimed in, fond memories of home swirling in her head. As she thought of Castelia, she had been reminded of this fanclub her sister was in. It became infamous for their undying devotion to a certain blonde trainer; if you were to say any remotely negative thing about him in their presence, they would not let you hear the end of it. Chuckling, Juliette walked beside Jay to give him a playful pat in the back. "You know, ex-champ, you're still pretty popular there. You've got legions of fangirls."

"And yes, I'm a trainer," she said. Locke flitted to her shoulder as though to emphasize the fact. "Not as intense and awesome as you, but I manage." Idly, she wondered whether she could ever reach his level if she could devote as much time to training her Pokemon as she did to her inventions. That seemed possible enough, but she found the thought didn't thrill her too much. She supposed she was lacking that competitive edge, the same one Jay was practically oozing with.

"What about you, Mr. Ranger?" she asked Geoffrey, though not before giving him props for walking backwards so fluidly.