In the gloom of the foyer, blue eyes blink out of sync within dark bricks. Stakataka forms a stout wall to divide part of the space, and Gavin appears deep in thought as he measures its length.

It could not separate in the way that Cotillard's could, to float around as individual lasers. It appeared to require a connection between its individual parts to function, though it could arrange itself into interesting shapes within those confines. As Novak Manchester and his Yamask approach, Gavin mumbles something unintelligible that causes the not-wall to shift into not-stairs, instead.

Light catches on the Yamask, reflecting off Gavin's glasses and drawing his attention.

"Can I help you?" Amber eyes narrow — his tone is not angry, but impatient. Hovering at his side is a Rotom that appears to be taking some sort of notes.

As Novak approached Cillian Quinn, the black thing he was looking at began to flash with dim blue lights. Or, more likely, they were there previously as well, and only by approaching Novak could see them more clearly. He squinted as he walked, trying to make out--

And then the lights winked at him, and realization struck Novak like a sledgehammer, followed by excitement and curiosity. He'd heard a few whisperings of the underboss with an Ultra Beast, but he hadn't given them much credence prior to now. But Stakataka's eyes-- because they were eyes, multitudes of them, blinking and shifting with the individual bricks-- clued him in to the truth.

"An Ultra Beast," he said, raw hunger and curiosity undisguised in his voice. "I was just... curious." He glanced at the Rotom hovering nearby, and wished with all his might that he could lean over and read the notes it was taking.

The underboss seemed to be studying Stakataka's capabilities, from what Novak had seen so far, and he wanted in. But he was nervous, too. This was the first time he was really speaking to an underboss, and he was apprehensive. About what, he wasn't sure, but hopefully Gavin wouldn't mind satisfying his curiosity.

"Sir, if you don't mind... Do the units all think independently, or with a collective consciousness?" He reached for a few Pokeballs in his pocket, just in case Gavin didn't know yet.