The Clockwork Man considered the offer for a short while; even as he sat there wondering if night would draw in before the ship was anything near capable of flight. The Broken Ones would be reactivating soon, plaguing the Scrap-fields to scourge it clean of life. 

“You look capable enough.” He said finally, realising that his growing need for the companionship of something other than his own creation was outweighing his otherwise logical mind. Though he felt no real emotion anymore, the Clockwork Man was still keenly aware that he could go mad, if he hadn’t already, and that had to be avoided at all costs if he ever wanted to achieve his ultimate goals. It was strange that the human, wearing equipment which the Clockwork Man had already judged was incredibly formidable and advanced technologically, would still be willing to sign up for a task he had no knowledge of. It suggested a confidence, which could be justified, or could be dangerous. What the Clockwork Man had also observed however was that there was nothing to suggest the human had anywhere near the capabilities of flying the ship he was sat beneath, neither the technology nor the knowledge. With time perhaps, it would be possible, but by then he could very well be dead. The Clockwork Man was also reliant on the human knowing this, for his own protection.

“I will be leaving when the ship’s navigational and operative systems are re-engaged. More specifically, I expect the ship to be ready in two hours at most.”

The Clockwork Man watched the sun tracing a graceful arc towards the horizon, knowing that time was running out. 

“Unfortunately, we do not have that long. When night falls, mechanical constructs will assault this position. If you wish to travel with me, you’ll have to earn it I’m afraid.” The Clockwork Man looked as apologetic as an expressionless robot can, as he returned to his silent contemplation.