"You're talking to the person who literally is being nice to
someone she could be punching right now." Kimberly said. "And my
father died fighting Rocket. So."
Snow blinked and glanced at his pokegear before pushing the
pokegear over so she could read the message. "Guess you get to have
a head start to tomorrow." He mumbled quietly.
Snow sighed and looked at Kimberly. "Listen you're really nice, and
while I want to help you. Maybe I can stay in Rocket a bit longer
and get you more info." He offered quietly.
Kimberly sits and considers t for a bit before nodding. “Here’s my
number.” She says as she scribbles it down and hands it to him on a
sticky note. “Text me, then.”