Pandora loved Zygarde. Really, she did, the legendary Pokemon was her patron after all. But when they suddenly told her to do things for reasons as of yet unseen to her (sort of) human mind she would love nothing more than having Flygon dragon rush her patron, if it would actually do anything, which it wouldn’t. Of course, she still did what Zygarde asked her to, because for all their mysticism (Done purposely to annoy her, of course, in order to make sure she knew how to avoid the influence of emotions on her judgement of balance) they knew what they were talking about.
Which was why she was now sitting in a white office waiting to be interviewed for a spot with the Aether foundation. She had heard of them back in Kalos while researching Alola, and found that the organization had aims she highly approved of. They worked with endangered Pokemon, and helped rehabilitate abandoned and injured Pokemon, including the Ultra Beasts she had heard about from Zygarde.
Pandora was not an idiot. They were a dangerous invasive species that was a severe threat to the area But, in theory, discounting the fact that they came through a wormhole and an entirely different dimension and all, they were just like the monster high level Pokemon released by idiot trainers in improper environments. That didn’t mean she’d be getting close to one without the help of both Garchomp and Flygon, but it did make her feel more secure in her ability to help with them, if need be.
She looked down at her watch, noting that she had arrived nearly half an hour early, but not particularly minding. She was completely immaculate (well, almost completely immaculate, her hair was a bit messed up from a tantrum by Snivy right before she left, but she had mostly taken care of it) and professional. She was not going to be unemployed for however long it took for her to find the Successor of Xerneas. And, who knew? Alola seemed like a region that needed lots of rehabilitation work anyways, with all the tourists running around.