Lisa
Today, today just kind of *Sucked.* As much as it had been weeks ago now, the news of Volcarona's unfortunate passing had finally reached Wisterwood and it was hard for her to hide that she was rocked more than a little. She had been on a walk just to recenter her head a little and by what she believed could only be divine trickery, it put her in the place so close to right but just far enough away she couldn't have possibly intervened.

While she had managed to chase the thief off - a coward who didn't quite have the bravery to face her, at least it gave her a chance to get the poor soul back here. Shaken, poorer but very much alive, which was something to be grateful for if absolutely nothing else. She was done here for now, heading back out but wearing her very heavy heart on her sleeve.
Clifford
The tall and imposing form of Anonymous stepped in front of the doorway to one of the larger cabins where several rooms for patients rested. The snake coiled around her arm was as off-putting as always, an unsettling twist on the nostalgia of the couple spending time keeping the peace together in the past. Anon stared down at Raelin with a tired stare, but not antagonistic in any way. Anonymous didn't always agree with Raelin's methods, but there was no doubt that she helped the people of Wisterwood, and that was enough for the Cacturne.


"How's Nolan holding up?" She asked about the victim casually, oblivious to the fact that she was still blocking the door.
Lisa
Raelin seemed to be almost startled out of thought. She'd grown... Uncomfortably used to Anonymous' weird taxidermy of their partner over the last couple of years but right now, without even having been addressed, it caught her off-guard, her nose curling up a little at the sight, her instinct reacting just slightly before her better manners stifled the most immediate response.

"Ah! I should've expected I'd see you around. Uh, he's okay. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's been roughed up but the doc says it's nothing a couple days' rest shouldn't deal with." Raelin explained, her paw gently falling across her chest, even a little relieved. Anon was definitely invested in keeping this place safe and sharing what she knew now meant there would be two minds on the trail immediately. Three? She couldn't discount that the Sandaconda might somehow be involved - no, she had to stop and push that kind of invasive thought out of her mind. That whole situation was just... A bit too troublesome. Heck, it was only now she noticed that she was actually blocked in.

"Are you pinning me inside for a reason there, buddy?"
Clifford
Sylvia had only died 9 months ago, but it was still certainly enough time to get somewhat used to the couple's unusual relationship... But yes, it was better that Raelin not bring it up, lest she get on the Cacturne's bad side, which could certainly get messy knowing her and the greater implications of a conflict between the two well known members of the town.

Anonymous went ahead and looked the Lucario up and down, searching for any recent wounds or signs of wear that indicated how involved she may have been with the scuffle, but her assessment was interrupted by Raelin's inquiry. It caused her to look down and around herself, realizing the awkward situation she had put Raelin and taking a few steps back to step aside and let her through. "No, there isn't." She spoke succinctly, trying to maintain professionalism.