Huh, that had actually worked? Mable was surprised.
"This city's just full of stubborn people, isn't it?"
The mayor, Jacinthe, even Mable could be pretty stubborn when she wanted to be... Really, just about everyone Mable had dealt with or heard about in this city were incredibly stubborn in their own ways.
"Yes, well, he tends to ignore any proof that doesn't align with what he wants to hear," Mable rolls her eyes, doing her best to keep from going off on one of her rants in front of the other woman. "Trust me on that. There's a reason his reassurances about the whole thing are incredibly vague and have no actual details with them."
She supposed there was no hiding it. And if she was making a mistake in trusting Jacinthe with this information, so be it. At least someone else would know the truth. And for as skeptical of her as Mable was, well, she wouldn't be the first person that Mable had taken a wild chance on trusting.
"All that man cares about is money," she practically spits the word out, her distaste at him (and pretty much anyone that could be considered rich, she hoped Jacinthe didn't take that too personally) obvious. "All he sees are tourists and their wallets coming in to see the Wild Zones. Despite my research showing that they're nothing but a detriment to everyone here - the people, the Pokemon, nobody is benefiting from this but him. But naturally, that's swept under the rug. He ignores it all, and, ahem, encourages me to falsify my research to support his delusions. Which I refuse."
She had standards, after all. She took great pride in her research being as accurate as it possibly could be. Even her work with Team Flare, she had been incredibly proud of... Up until it had been used for the things it had been.
"I despise what this city has become. The Wild Zones, the Royale... All of it."
