"Well...he based Shadow on the myth, or prophecy, I suppose, because I guess he thinks it's his best shot...something about immortality, or curing disease? I've only caught snippets of it and I'm not allowed into the top secret areas."
-She shakily gets to her feet-
"Thank you for your hospitality, Xion. It's nice to know I can make friends here even if I don't have grandfather or Shadow around..."
-Xion may notice that she's holding the railing to the stairs pretty tightly...and her grandfather is researching something about extending lifespans or curing disease?-
-...oh-
Mmhmm. Back at home, everyone knows Hoshi Shougo, first Champion of Alola and most recently crowned Pokémon World Champion. Every Trainer out there wants a shot at my title, and the media's watching me and the pedestal I'm on. Waiting to see if I'll make some sort of Renegade Sin or something.
But over here? It's not my universe - so nobody knows my name.
" 'Parently, " Caulifla attempts to lie back further on the bench, but her efforts to make herself comfortable aren't too effective. "She's got a way with words."
Her black pupils scan the area some more, and her Ki-Sensing is kicking as usual, but she seems to all alone in terms of relevant people in the matter. Licking her lips, she finally squeezes out: "Can I just...see her now?"
"T'ch!" The Saiyan quickly turns around. " 'Course I do, sir." With that ounce of spite out of the way, Caulifla hovers...actually, she seems to prefer walking to her destination. She's in a bit of a rush, sure, but she could use this time to think over some details.
However, upon arriving at Berserker Kale's containment area, she halts in awe of her unconscious friend's large frame retained limb to limb in an X formation. She's so entranced that she barely takes note of the local neighbors.
The requirement certainly snaps Caulifla out of her trance, and not in a fun way. "Like hell.." she begins, turning around to finally chew on something else. "Bad 'nuff my protegee even in this fuckin' place, now y'ah want me signin' some tracker? For you guys? Ain't gonna happen..."
She couldn't help herself.

The Warden's appearance is as abrupt as a Caulifla's near shocking experience, causing to a piece of meat to fly near the pile of littered wrapping paper. The tomboy, begrudgingly, looks back at them.
"Just here...to bail a friend. Wearin' red, open tummy, gold-lookin' ankle and arm bracelets." Caulifla mumbles, "And y'ah "model prison'ah's gonna help me out."