"Yeah, there's bound to be a ton of machines out there! We'll get to see all kinds, at least that's what I was told," Ethan said eagerly, his own enthusiasm for exploration bouncing off of Cecil's. There had been plenty of stories of the big cities that dotted Adelon's landscape, of the numerous buildings that stretched into the sky, and all sorts of Machina that ran the everyday routine of the sprawling metropolis. It was certainly going to be a new experience, one that Ethan was going to savor every moment they were there. His excitement for new experiences was curbed slightly by Cecil's proposal to kill anyone who attacked them, an idea that did not sit well with him whatsoever. Knocking them out should suffice plenty, yet even that the Machina found issue with. Opening his mouth to explain the reasoning behind it he clammed up when Cecil reached his own conclusion, smiling and giving a nod of his head. "Exactly! If we knock them out and run then we'll be long gone before they come to. No one really has to get hurt, and we're safe without taking a life. It's a win-win situation!"

They should get moving before long, especially if those men in suits might be on their trail. With their arrangements made at last Ethan tried to get them moving again, this time being held back by the sound of crying. Looking back in surprise he saw Amuné had broken down crying, for Saints knew what reason. It was awfully loud too, whatever had happened it really got to her. Trying to approach the young Ydran girl to comfort her he gasped when Wyth bristled up and snarled at him, holding his hands up defensively. Wait, had he done something wrong? Why was the moorcat angry with him? Oh man, this was turning into a bit of a mess really quick, they had to calm her down before they could get moving. Glancing at Cecil as he complained he frowned in concern, realizing the Machina was probably a little out of touch with how people worked, being a machine and all.

"No! No no no no, it's not a leak!" Ethan said hastily, holding his hands up to Cecil as he placed himself before Wyth and Amuné, "J-Just let me handle this, I've got it!" Sheesh, was he going to try searing her eyes shut or something? Chuckling uneasily he turned around and squatted down again, smiling apologetically as he looked at Wyth. "Easy boy, I didn't mean to hurt her... If I hurt her, I still don't know. I'll make it better though, please let me?" Hopefully he could comfort the girl without getting bit, he'd rather avoid that if at all possible. Slowly reaching out towards Amuné he tried to wipe away the tears on her cheek with his thumb. "Easy now... You're okay, you're safe with us and nothing's going to happen to you. Please don't cry Amuné, everything's going to be alright."