Troy
Sanctus was not one for relaxing. It was pointless and time-wasting; not to mention, he was far too busy to spend his time sitting around and doing nothing. So, unsurprisingly, he was not at the wisterwood springs to relax. Instead, finding a relatively dry spot where he could still feel the warmth of the spring's waters, he gently lowered himself to the ground and pulled out his work.

He had chosen this area to work due to its generally quiet atmosphere. Not to mention, he'd heard this place was good for one's health. Ever since his injury, his condition had been worsening. Perhaps this place would do some good for him; he condition was beginning to make working more difficult, and he refused to let his progress be slowed by his pitifully failing body.

He began tinkering with a small machine, faint clinks and metallic scraping noises filling the air. However, after a moment, he got the sense he wasn't alone. Turning his head, he noticed... A pokemon? Their head was only barely sticking out of the water, so he hadn't noticed them. He sighs.

Trying his best to pretend they don't exist, he turns back to his work.
Sharon
Too late.

Nicole tipped their hat up, with a small 'mmmmngn?' The clicks and clacks of metal had caught their attention, and they turned their head to glance at Sanctus.

"It's a nice spring, isn't it?" Nicole offered the question, drifting over to the edge of the springs closest to him. Sanctus interested him- how could someone look so stressed in a place meant for relaxing? "You getting good work done on your doohickeymajig?"
Troy
He suppresses a groan of annoyance. The pokemon is now speaking to him; a turn of events he had been hoping to avoid. He very hesitantly turns to face them, eyes scanning them with an air of unimpressed neutrality.

They are a water type, Sanctus notes. A Phione, to be exact. It is... Unsurprising, that they would enjoy a place like this.
"I have spent insufficient time here to garner an opinion on the local surroundings." He replies, voice dull. 

He looks faintly offended at his creation being referred to as a 'doohickeymajig', as the strange pokemon put it. 
"It is a small, remotely-controlled tracking device." He tells them, "Meant to be discreetly hooked onto a target. A side project, until I manage to obtain the materials needed for my larger goals."
Sharon
"Well, take it from a local. Well, I'm not really a 'local,' but im here a lot. It's nice!" Nicole hummed, and did a small twirl. "You've got an awfully long face- maybe it'd do you some good!" They have a light-hearted chuckle.

"Sounds interesting! Could keep the kids in check with something like that, eheh. Well, if I had any kids. Haven't found that lucky lady or gentleman yet, y'know? Yeah, you know." The idea that it could be used for anything morally questionable never crossed Nicole's mind- always assuming the best and making no exception for the Lokix.

"What kind of larger goals have you got in mind? Always nice to see the youth chasing their dreams, hm?" Nicole was his senior by quite literally only 2 years. Sanctus was very far from a 'youth.'