Unsure of what to do and with no other ideas, Abel contented himself with watching Kuhaku. The ensuing near-death experience managed to be both slightly amusing and fairly horrifying to him. No sooner had the greataxe reverted to sword and shield than had the guardian's palm audibly smacked into his forehead. As the Faunus salvaged, Abel rubbed the fatigue from his eyebrows. Bridgett's words didn't register with him until she mentioned leaving, to which he nodded his assent. In the wake of the grand battle, the darkness seemed oppressive and dangerous, as if some other terrible foe were waiting in the shadows to take down the tired team. Naturally, Gren chimed in to this group sentiment by immediately leaving, departing with only a vague “I'll be back.” After a minute Abel realized that he could do nothing but wait in the darkness -that everyone wanted to flee- for Gren to return. Abel seated himself against the bulky, angular left leg of the destroyed mech. While not comfortable, it at least allowed him to recline and give his feet a rest. Once settled, he began rubbing the settled dust and flakes out of his hair and off his clothes and armor. Before long, Gren mercifully returned. Abel greeted him with raised eyebrows; just what was this guy planning to do with all that scrap metal? The guardian watched silently as Gren displayed an impressive mechanical skill (not to mention dexterity given his hulking armor) by cobbling together a primitive, ugly vehicle. Abel blinked incredulously, totally unconvinced that the contraption would work. The thing was a collaboration of limbs and plates, held together very loosely for lack of welding or bolts, and ran on treads. [i]Well[/i], he thought, rising from his stony seat, [i]let's give it a try.[/i] He jogged over and hopped in. For the first few seconds, the thing held. While of course Abel hoped it would work just for the ludicrousness of the thing, he didn't really care. It wouldn't be the end of the world if he had to walk out of this place the same way he came in.