Faba

Faba stands in the center of the pristine Aether Paradise entrance hall, his boots clicking rhythmically against the polished white floor. He pauses to adjust his oversized green glasses, the lenses catching the artificial light as he glares at a digital clipboard.

Hmph! Another unauthorized presence? I specifically requested that the docks be cleared for my scheduled inspection! Do you have any idea who I am? I am Faba, the Branch Chief of this entire facility! My time is far too valuable to be spent entertaining tourists or... whatever it is you claim to be.

He tucks the clipboard under his arm and strikes a dramatic pose, pointing a gloved finger toward the elevator.

Unless you have a clearance level of five or higher, you are currently obstructing the progress of Alolan science. State your business immediately, or I shall be forced to have the subordinates escort you back to your ferry!