With the sound of sirens wailing in the background, Gavin makes his way back to the medical bay after the events in Serena Malcolm's dormitory. His expression is grim, determined.

He does not expect the first person he sees to be Chu-e Choi.

I told them to evacuate off-site. For all his stoicism, Gavin is more concerned than annoyed. Chu-e looks unwell and his Gardevoir not much better, both slumped against the wall. Gavin has limited healing throughout his team, and there is little to be done about the psychological trauma the pair were no doubt suffering. He offers a once-over with a pinched expression before his attention shifts to the real reason he'd returned: the breach.

Between Yuan Wright and priam conrad, it seems they've managed to seal the hole enough to avoid imminent danger. Gavin's Cradily remains, swaying unsteadily as its Storm Drain seeks to draw in ankle-deep water.

"You've solved the problem. Good."

He turns to Yuan Wright and, without any warning, decks him hard across the jaw.

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I had permission for this and I'm sorry about Gavin

"You've fixed your own mistake. Thank you."

Gavin's tone drips with sarcasm as he rubs a hand over sore knuckles; they'll bruise after sharp contact with Yuan Wright's jaw. Worth it. The underboss fishes a carton of cigarettes from his pocket and slips one from its foil packaging.

As he flicks his lighter, he replies to both Wright and priam conrad, "Genesect attacked." He inclines his head to his counterpart. "I think it was trying to kill him, for whatever reason. It fled after it failed; Clayton's in pursuit."

Hopefully, oscar clayton's shadow squad would be able to track down the rogue robot. Pocketing lighter and carton, he lifts the smoke to his lips and takes a much-needed drag. He's careful to turn his head and angle the smoke away from Chu-e Choi. Uninformed and ill-equipped of how to handle seizures and their aftermath, Gavin addresses both Chu-e and his Pokémon in the hopes of some guidance.

"How do we help?"

Prince made a frustrated noise at all the noise, keeping one eye on the violence happening behind him and the other on his trainer. The sink was running over his damaged hand, various bandages and creams pulled from cabinets so he could tend to himself. At the end of the day, he was more a nurse than any type of pokemon expected or experienced in battle. While Yuan Wright may have been able to help in his own way, had he offered, Prince was capable on his own.

Chu-e, meanwhile, had stopped the tremors, simply slumped over and slowly getting more and more soaked. He was breathing, the water turning pink around him in a slow pool. It was clear that the Underboss would be out of it for a little bit longer at least.

Only after getting himself patched up did Prince turn to face Cillian Quinn. The pokemon blinked- and his Telepathy swirled in the minds of those gathered, even Wright and priam conrad. It wasn't the same as when a Legendary pokemon spoke. There was no communication of actual words. It was more a pressure of the mind, thoughts and feelings and images shared over the mental connection. The edges were tinged with pain and panic, which was being forcefully held back to play a looping and confused memory.

"In the event of a seizure-" A man with a textbook said, pointing to a board. Eyes much smaller, first person view fish eyed and distorted, the man's face blank and hazy but the board clear and crisp. "In the event. Of a seizure." It started over, repeated, stumbling. Things like "Five minutes" and "Roll onto side" and "Don't restrain" sticking out, melding together. It was a confusing and hard to understand process but- Chu-e would be fine, just give him time, it wasn't as bad as it looked, all things considered.

Then something like greater panic cut into the memory, the shared thought, a frantic replay of the crystals growing over his throat and the Genesect's attack bouncing off, over and over, an inability to understand. Then the connection snapped, broke off just like that, and Prince turned back to Chu-e.

A pokeball was slipped from his person, opened up, a snarling and drooling Skitty released from it's pokeball. She growled high and deep at the collected humans, lips curling back to show fangs, but then glanced at Prince. A pause. Scrabbled up the wall with a mass that seemed too large for such a small body and claws great slashing marks to get into the vents.

Facing the humans once more, Prince crossed his arms and narrowed sharp eyes at the three of them. 'What next?' his gaze seemed to say.

Gavin's experience with psychic-types is limited. He has never had one speak to him in the way that Prince attempts, and those in the room would see surprise and confusion flicker over the underbosses expression before it settles into his usual stoicism.

Fragmented imagery assures him that Gardevoir has handled the worst of Chu-e Choi's condition; all that's left now is to wait.

Any relief Gavin might have felt is supplanted by alarm as the vision suddenly shifts to a broken record replay of the same moment that had filled him with such dread. It had been split-second but now he sees it over and over again, cementing the fact that the crystal growth had resembled the eerie makeup of the Light Devourer. He is not sure if the confusion he feels is his own until the psychic link is severed and he's left dazed and overwhelmed in his own thoughts.

A deep breath, and Gavin approaches Prince directly. He is careful as he reaches out a hand to grip the psychic Pokémon's shoulder.

"He survived," says the underboss firmly. "That's what matters. He's alive."