When he heard the girl storming through the front door, West genuinely felt like he was going to cry. Matters were only worsened when the girl said that she believed she owned the place. While this explained her presence on West's property, he now had the question of 'why is this girl lying?' West stood up, immediately missing the comfort of what he had decided was officially [i]his[/i] chair, and sauntered over to the table in silence. He unzipped one of his bags and pulled out a slightly crumpled envelope, thrusting it into the hands of the girl.
"Documents of ownership." He explained, folding his arms "This property was bought under the name Emily Second, my mother, and ownership was passed to West Second, myself. Thus, I am the legal proprietor of this farm. Ta-freaking-da"

West had seen all of the paperwork, his mother had made sure that he knew everything about what he was doing. He knew how much was paid for the place, had helped sort all of the legal documents and had sen the (now obviously fake) photographs. Considering the pictures that were provided for them of the idealistic landscape and this girl standing in front of him, West was starting to put the pieces together in his mind. Usually the landlord or previous owner would have been here to pass on the home, but this place didn't look like it had been lived in for years. The farm itself was practically unusable, the buildings were falling apart and the only life for miles were the wild pokemon and this girl.

Of course, West didn't really want to say anything about this until he was certain. All he really wanted was a good nights sleep at this moment. After she had seen the documents handed to her, West grinned and sat back down.
"So, as you can see, this is my house and unless you wanna help clean it up I must kindly ask you to go away." He tapped his foot impatiently as he spoke "Really, I don't know what kind of scam you're running, but I'm not buying it."