Unbeknownst to Gus, Cecil has been watching his strange empty-pool meditation (?) for a little while. He doesn't want to interrupt what certainly looks important and tranquil, but he has a feeling Gus might need know the full scoop about his surroundings. Cecil, in his slightly bloodied pantslegs and general knowledgeability, is bound to be helpful, here. Object (in this case, location) duality. Worst case of it he's seen, actually; gotta be murder on the local property values, that sort of thing can spread like termites. "Gus?" Polite, unintrusive, attempting not to startle.