'What are your intentions with Mariana, child?' Erika ignores the Espurr's attempts to interrogate her, to be busy glaring at the noble brat slinging her arm around Mariana.
"It's hopeless trying to get through to her when she's like this. Believe me, I've tried." Also ignoring Cornelia's unwanted, unasked and uncalled-for comment, Erika turns her attention to the noble's butler, memorizing both his face and the crest marked on his back, symbolizing which family he's employed under.
She's nowhere near connected enough to know exactly who that girl is, and asking Mary is simply out of the question. Fortunately, the insatiable urge of Paldea's elite to show off and brag can always be relied on in these circumstances.
"Are you pulling out your laptop?! In the middle of a tournament?!" Cornelia's incredulous tone does little to dissuade Erika from her course of action, though she does briefly glance at Renne who's staring at her in what passes for an amused look amongst the Espurr.
Three Sable Fleur-de-Lys on a white field above a representation of yellow tinted seaside craggy cliffs. The former suggest Kalosian- and thus an Emigre family, the descendants of those nobles who had fled the Kalosian Revolution. Meanwhile the latter suggests a coastal heritage, which should help narrow it down further.
Fortunately for her, Kalos has a site dedicated to cataloging all the old defunct noble families of the region, consigning those ancient and august families where they belong; in historical footnotes and museums.
"I am so sorry for her behavior! Once she gets like this, it's hard for her to stop…" Erika brings her face slightly closer to the laptop screen, to stop Cornelia from distracting her. She barely registers Mary's Espurr meowing something in response, in that adorably fluffy way they do. She notices the bell ringing, signaling the start of the next set of matches even less.
She finds the site quickly, but to her irritation it loads unbearably slowly. The page itself is an ugly mess, somehow managing to impressively strike the balance of being too basic and barebones in its design, while using garish enough colors that what design it does have makes it an eyesore. A user interface only possible with sites made nearly two decades ago and maintained by an underpaid government worker about to quit or be replaced. She does eventually find an exact match for the noble crest emblazoned on the butler's back, but it takes so long that she's considering actually spending her hard earned money in that Mobile Data plan that advertisers are constantly pushing on her.
