Above all, Riza wanted something to happen. She was pacing in one of the main hallways inside the Rocket base, one hand constantly reaching down to pull out her Pokegear and check for any messages from one of the higher ups, finally giving her the go ahead to move out and carry forth work in Team Rocket's name. For the first fifteen minutes or so, her Raticate had tip-tappered along back and forth by her side, but soon it had become weary of her going nowhere, and had retired into a dark corner to simply sit back and watch. Her Pokemon had always had more patience than her, and it was hardly a good sign.<br/><br/>"Ugh!" Riza let out a cry of frustration, and aimed a swift and low kick to a nearby wall and then preceeded to hop backwards, her hands rubbing her sore foot as she cursed herself for her mistake. At last, this time, she hadn't kicked her Pokemon. "This is because I'm new, I know it. Just because I snapped at a few higher ups doesn't mean I'm not useful. I should be out there right now!" and on those final two words, she spun about for the last time, short cropped pink hair and dark skirt whirling about before she made a bee-line for the door, her Raticate soon close on her heels.