Cecil really wanted to throw some questions the man’s way as well, but he wasn’t getting to do that as his battery was proving too low for such interactions. He could do it but he’d probably be unable to finish his sentence. This man seemed to know a lot about Machina where he only knew he had a functional body and what he was, not really knowing how to use it other than to try and blend in with other people. What he did back there was something he had never done before and went on instinct instead, firing off what ended up being a possibly lethal attack if he put enough power into it. He didn’t know he could do that until it snapped into his programming, but all that meant was he was determined enough to save someone that he activated some sort of hidden ability.

Feeling somewhat relieved that they were finally going to start moving, already feeling his joints start to seize up. It wasn’t really an issue but it was going to make moving in time with Ethan’s steps even more difficult than they were before, knowing he was screwing up a fair deal when he was trying to keep in time with them to make things much easier. Feeling rather worried that he might end up having something wrong with him he could only think of possibly being deactivated behind everyone’s back, only to be told there was nothing he could do to help him. The thought of purposely being deactivated scared him as much as getting destroyed did, especially when it meant his memory would get wiped. He had learned so much in such a short time.

Allowing Ethan to take him he smiled nervously back, feeling not too sure about this man but willing to let him look at him if Ethan was happy to follow. Maybe he just didn’t trust strangers who weren’t authorised to look at his systems having a peek at his insides. Staring blankly the entire way he only looked up to see the shop that the man ran, finding the setting it was in to be rather strange but he did try to not worry about privacy. Staring at the mess before him he looked to Norman who tried to give some reassurances over his skills beyond the mess, only hoping he was the expert he appeared to be. As he was laid down on the bench he stared up at the ceiling before glancing to Norman tiredly, slowly nodding before finally resting his head back. He hoped this would be worth it, not some trap set up by the people determined to capture him for unknown reasons.