Kayla
Anonymous had taken quite a part in arranging this whole matter... She couldn't help but feel like Mal was her responsibility to keep out of trouble. She didn't initially like the idea of having a public panel like this but... Eh. Maybe it would help calm down the public. She had already thoroughly questioned Mal, so she imagined she wouldn't get too much useful information here... But she had to make sure this didn't go wrong.

Spying the cloaked figure, Anonymous would take a few steps toward them, looking at them from a few different angles, trying to see if the figure was familiar or not...
Raymon
They wouldn't be, no. Their stature was actually quite small. Their mug, which a smiling Lunisse provided them with, was being held by petit paws that only just barely stuck out from their sleeves. As it stood now, they didn't really seem to take notice of Anonymous; Not yet, at least.
David
February sat by herself at a table while she nursed her veeeery tiny drink. She was only really here to get some downtime from the mission and maybe sate her curiosity about the strange new robotic pokemon.

Being native to Fey, she didn't even know what a robot *Was* Until that posh birdie had uttered earlier the phrase earlier during the investigation in the clearing. February didn't know what she was expecting but this bunny looking 'mon in the middle of tavern certainly was... Doing something to those expectations? At this first glance, she wasn't sure what to think.
Larry
Torstein was also here. Whatever tiff Lunisse and Torstein had previously was probably partially remedied by how much coin the cat was supplying the Lurantis in exchange for drinks. Seriously, he'd been here for a while even before there was supposed to be a party for the discovery. 

Glug glug glug... He was on his sixth so far, by the way. 

"Mn. You're a robot, right? Was your creator... Challenged, mentally?"

It wasn't entirely clear if Torstein was emboldened by his booze or if this was just. What came out even without inebriation.
Raymon
Beta kinda shifted in her space for a moment, rubbing her arm nervously as she pondered about how she should respond to the question. "I... Well. My creator is... Hm. Uncomfortable. Very intelligent, but not... Not well. I'm... Not sure how to really explain it..." She shuddered. "...Just another great reason to vacate the vicinity when I had the opportunity to do so, I think."
Larry
"I'll take that as a yes," Torstein summarized. He seemed content with that answer, gesturing to lunisse for another shot of her famous Whatever She Decided Would Cause Most Future Harm
Raymon
"ᴼʰ ᵐʸ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᴳᵒᵈ, ʰᵒʷ ʰᶦᵍʰ ᵃᵐ ᴵ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᴬᴮⱽ ᵗᵒ—" She poured him another one and set it down in front of him. "Your tab is gonna make you scream. You know that, right?"
Larry
"I'm gonna scream more without a few more shots," The cat assured her. "I'm impressed by your quality. It feels like these shots get stronger each time."
Kayla
Anonymous began to properly move through the people here... With a situation like this, a dangerous person like Beta, her..."Creators" Probably looking for her... She wasn't going to risk anything. As such. The Cacturne would nip this in the bud, before she let her paranoia get the better of her.

Anonymous went ahead and gave a firm tap on the shoulder (if they have one) of the cloaked figure with her left hand. She had been a Cacturne long enough to know how to do it without pricking anyone. "Hey, Pal."