Cecil thought he was helping until he got told otherwise, his assumptions not appearing to be true at all. Staring at Ethan for a brief second he soon converted his finger back to normal, slowly backing off before giving a quick nod. “Okay, if you say so”. He really didn’t get it, but oh well. Maybe it was just one of those things he hadn’t experienced yet, but even then maybe he didn’t really want to experience it again. It was a noisy and annoying noise, only managing to hold them up when they could be well on their way elsewhere. He would’ve been long gone from here by now if he didn’t feel compelled to hang around with these people, seeing how they helped him escape and all.

Having the patience to wait around for this all to pass was probably his best idea of a break, but he felt he couldn’t afford to be waiting around for something like this. He really didn’t understand, he thought being independent from others was the best feeling in the world and to be making a strange noise over something like a ‘daddy’ or whatever made no sense to him. He was free to bounce around and do whatever he wanted, it was the bad men who didn’t agree on him doing that. They wanted to take him back and shut him down, removing his freedom to think and do what he wanted even if he was on a bit of a set path right now.

Staring off in his desired direction he almost bounced when he heard Ethan mention the oil, spinning around and almost getting a fright when he saw the girl on his shoulders. That wasn’t exactly expected but whatever, he wasn’t going to be rude about how weird it was. “The city! Maybe…maybe there will be spare parts too…” he contemplated, wondering what he could pick up. Maybe he could get some new gears and some pocket gadgets, that would be handy. Feeling happy to be on their way again he looked to Ethan when questioned on his origins, staring at him before looking away. “I didn’t come from a city…or at least I don’t remember. I remember being activated and seeing a bright shining light, but after that…I don’t know. The next thing I remember seeing was the path ahead and nothing behind, like I had travelled miles from where ever they made me. I think those memories are corrupted, but I feel drawn towards a city so maybe I didn’t come from one. You said Machina come from cities, right? I want to see what other Machina are like…”