Gendo nods.
"Good," he says, "Give the old man my regards. We should..."
It phases up through the floor. The small, football sized Ramielim, phases in through the floor, floating up to Pieter's eye level as the three scientists/administration personnel stare at it.
"What the f-"
The prism spins out into a ring, floating over and planting itself on Yui's head, cooing a soft tinkle through the air as it forms into a tiara, crystal spires rising as it takes the form of a pink, crystal crown.
"Well, I guess it's official," Pieter says with a shrug, "That or it's so obvious the Angels know who's running NERV."
"Shut up," Yui says, pinching the bridge of her nose, "Right, are we all getting the same obvious conclusion on what this is?"