The mysterious Pokémon peeked towards a window, as he was able to ID the Professor in a matter of seconds after seeing that she did most of the talking after all. After Serah went into the Laboratory with Tyler cradled in her arms, he ran in with them in a silent manner. He hid behind some unpacked boxes near the front door and made his way over towards some desks; where a Porygon could clearly be seen from most angles working on its computer. He went up to the Porygon after eluding Serah's field of view, as he whispered, "I'm here, now make it quick. Just insert that code into my system after you connect your leg thingy into my back... I guess?"
"Well sure, I hope you brought the goodies for it," The Porygon replied while working on the Pokémon's interior back; which seemed to house memory chips deeply protected by unknown access restrictors.
"Here they are, they're fresh since my storage pouch can regulate things like my body does. Also, that was pretty fast, so thank you," The humanoid Pokémon quietly responded after handing the requested articles from his coolant pouch.
The Porygon smiled after placing the items on his desk, as the seemingly robotic Pokémon thought, "Well, I should probably test this new thing before I just stroll out yeah?"
He scanned the leafy Pokémon after it was picked up by a boy, as the system memory read in his mind, "Scanning... Scanning is now complete. This Pokémon has been registered in your browser for future use. Turniple is the leaf coat Pokémon that relies on the sun to replenish its energy while also utilizing slides to hit opponents hard at unexpected angles."
He twinkled a wink after obtaining the Turniple's data, as he walked towards the Laboratory's exit. As he was strolling towards the doors, he tripped on one of the stray wires while attempting to move along with silent steps; much to his emerging frustration. However, his frustration turned into panic when a loud thud emerged, as he swiftly ran towards the boxes and hid behind them in a way as if he was providing suppressing fire. His left arm transformed into a five barrel cannon after some speedy work, as he prepared for the worst if one were to pick up the clear thump from a half minute earlier.