Preoccupied with her responsibilities was indeed correct. Ramona was... admittedly actually heavily focused on her task, since breakables were... well, very breakable. Turning the little figurines so they were facing forward, and in (what she considered, at least) a feasible position.
Of course, she didn't hear Klavier come in, nor his sneaking behind her. In fact, she didn't even think that he would come in that day, since she didn't exactly care to remember when he was working at the Center. Why was she even worrying about when he or Scott would arrive, anyway? It wasn't her issue, it wasn't her problem...
It wasn't until she started to move over to the next display and felt something touch her back that she froze for a moment, considering what could be happening - for one thing, whatever it was that just tapped her stopped just as quickly, so it could be someone poking her, or someone attempting something on her. Either way, she didn't like it, and was quickly deciding whether to thrust her elbow backwards, turn around and attempt to hit whoever it was behind her, or simply... wait a second, that strand of hair she saw out of the corner of her eye looked familiar. And obviously the thing continually poking her had to be around his neck...
She put her hands on her hips, not turning around. "Are you eventually going to tell me exactly why you're standing behind me, or not?"
Pokémart / Oct 6 / Early Evening
Of course, she didn't hear Klavier come in, nor his sneaking behind her. In fact, she didn't even think that he would come in that day, since she didn't exactly care to remember when he was working at the Center. Why was she even worrying about when he or Scott would arrive, anyway? It wasn't her issue, it wasn't her problem...
It wasn't until she started to move over to the next display and felt something touch her back that she froze for a moment, considering what could be happening - for one thing, whatever it was that just tapped her stopped just as quickly, so it could be someone poking her, or someone attempting something on her. Either way, she didn't like it, and was quickly deciding whether to thrust her elbow backwards, turn around and attempt to hit whoever it was behind her, or simply... wait a second, that strand of hair she saw out of the corner of her eye looked familiar. And obviously the thing continually poking her had to be around his neck...
She put her hands on her hips, not turning around. "Are you eventually going to tell me exactly why you're standing behind me, or not?"