Trailing hands along her side, making the sturdy muscles that laced her body ripple ever so slightly at the touches. Fingertips that caressed instead of punched or grappled, no gripping pressure or bludgeoning against her flesh. If there was some kind of training for this, Nemo wished it had been taught to her, instead of suffering a death of one thousand fondles. Pressure points wasn't it, no single spot of weakness to exploit, but a body trained for perfection buckling beneath the love of the waifish girl in her arms. If there was a Hell for Nemo, this was surely it, and nothing made her more curious to find the reason. With her magnifying glass that was cracked by pride, undue focus, and trauma.

Olivia stared at her, briefly, before she began to speak, and paused again, halfway through her expression of affection. It wouldn't be mocking, or even admiration of her magnificence; nobody could stay so fascinated for so long, not even for the perfect specimen Nemo saw herself as, so it must have been an example of the feelings she proclaimed. Carrying her would be an easy task, for the most part, but the question that followed was slightly more difficult to react to. She hefted Olivia in her toned arms, just a little, as she recalled her plans for when such a question rose. Reveal her origin, and as much as she could, without naming any names. She was Ace to these people, not the daughter of the Pyrite Martyrs.

"I'm from Orre; Pyrite Town specifically." Nemo answered, flashing a confident smile whose base was not entirely sound, before she continued to give context. "It's...different from here, and what these other Regions seem to produce. There are barely any Wild Pokemon, and most of them we have to get imported. It's gotten better, over the recent years, with the desert becoming filled by greenery and water, but...there you go. There've been some troubles with larger criminal groups, but most of it belongs to gangs, and technology is rare to boot. But what is there, is built around fighting. Not just Pokemon battling, either, but they're still common where they can be. Tougher, really, because they need to be. The people need to be. That's sort of why I helped wipe out a gang, in Pyrite Town. Got on the news and everything. Probably not big news outside Orre... Oh, we're here." She mentioned, as she noticed her surroundings and the entrance to the cafeteria. Somewhere more private to eat, and talk, would be much better for her nerves. "I'll go inside and fetch some food; then we can go somewhere, uhh, where we can be together?"

Nemo gently let Olivia down, making sure she was on her feet and stable with a lingering gaze before she headed into the hall. Fortunately for the both of them, she was good at packing food in small containers from the times she went exploring the wastelands of Orre, and soon found a bundle of cloth to wrap some of the food in. She roamed around the cafeteria at her full height, taking a few pieces of everything, to please both her need for nutrition and whatever appetite her...person had. After fetching a few drinks from a vending machine, she arrived back outside with a bulging bag of foodstuffs in her arms and flashed an apologetic look to Olivia.

"I...need to carry this instead of you. Let's go."