Unlucky widened his eyes (for all the effect it had behind his visor) and asked with innocent incredulity: "this all for YOU?" he flapped his arm, as if to emcompass the entire facility. "All this, the floaty space-balls, it all for you? You must be great wizard! To make arch mangos give all stuff to stay on you good side." (Unlucky had spent far too many centuries around Yeller not to take a swing at the obvious low-ball. He resisted the urge to ask what the... fellow? had done to offend fruit, but only because the other would probably not get it.) 

He trotted after the alien, with the aura of a lost puppy that had found a new master. After all, anything he could get out of this was useful, before things got messy. It implied, at least, that if this alien was the one in charge, it was maybe looking for the mentioned one. Though, the facility was preventing it locating the "archmagos?" It could of course be some sort of inter-deparmental spat or other politicing. At the very least, it seemed that there was at least some sort of factionalism at play, and anything Unlucky could wean out of the alien wuld be useful to know.

He spent a handful of seconds mentally casting up a minor telekinetic spell to drag the scanner back to him, and, once again under the pretense of stumbling, swiftly grabbed and stowed it. He kept a sharp eye on the alien, attempting to gauge if it was buying this or merely humouring him. Either way, it was worth holding the act for as long as he could.