"Good, a tune-up I can do! Just get yourself comfortable and I'll get to work. And you don't have to shut down for this, we can do it all while you're conscious." They wouldn't be doing anything with his power supply, and any components that were to be replaced wouldn't be electrical, only mechanical. Joints, braces, things of that nature would be worked on. Grabbing a small box of tools he set them down beside Cecil, rolling his sleeves up and beginning to inspect the Machina by hand for any irregularities. "Your hands...? Hm... Well given the design of the gauntlets themselves, it almost appears if you were meant to do heavy lifting. Either that or they're meant to grant you powerful strikes, if you were made to be a combat model. Your design is largely the same as existing models, with some variations, so I'd have to assume you're a combat model." But then why build him as such? And why like this? His entire build was a bit puzzling, he'd have to do more digging it seemed.

"If your legs are similar to your arms, then by design its to grant extra strength. Now is that for speed, for jumping, or to help support yourself if you're moving a great weight? I've seen vaguely similar pieces before, that was generally their purpose. So I can only make guesses based on that." Curious, Norman examined Cecil's gauntlet and found the space where the two halves met, using his tools to loosen the joints and easing part of it open. From what little he could see from here, it was a very unusual design indeed. On top of having extra receptors to draw more power to the gauntlets, nodes seemed to connect with his palms, likely to enable him to emit some kind of static shock. That had to be for combat purposes, no way would a regular, everyday Machina be outfitted with such a thing. Closing his gauntlet back up, Norman smiled and grabbed a container of sealant next. "You seem to be a combat unit, interestingly enough. I've never seen one that looks so... Life like though, and I can't help but wonder the purpose of that. Tell me, do you remember anything at all about where you came from?"

Well that kind of made sense, just follow the sun and the time of day. But what if it was cloudy? Or late in the day when the sun went down, how do you tell then? He was still awfully lost even after Amuné tried to help him, he'd just have to apply himself more and try learning it on his own. His sense of direction problems paled in comparison to some of the other matters going on, especially Amuné not knowing where her parents were, or how they might be. He really didn't have an answer, yet Ethan tried all the same to reassure his little friend, hoping she'd perk up and try to remain positive. Smiling back when she broke into a smile, the magi gave his map another glance, still not certain where they should go next. "So try all of the towns...?" Ethan asked thoughtfully, tracing the path with his finger, "Yeah... That could work. I mean it's not that big of a detour to do it, and we can easily get back on the road afterwards. I'm all for it!"

"If that's what you wish then I'll agree to it," Nymira added in, looking between the three towns. None of which she recognized by name, yet she hoped one or two of them might give her what she was seeking. Depending on the size of the towns she may or may not find someone worth allying her clan with, though at the very least she may find an individual willing to lend a hand. For her people to move forward they would need not only to build relations, but to bring back skilled workers to help develop their land; living with Dimurans may seem unappealing to many out here, but they would do their best to accommodate outsiders. "If it would make our journey easier, I can find us transportation. I managed to secure a small bit of coin before coming here, and I've kept it safely hidden away in Norman's shop here. I know not what the charges for a trip might be, but I think we should take anything we can get." She didn't much care, be it horseback or carriage, so long as they could be quick about it. She didn't have time to waste idling about or talking a casual stroll through the countryside, she had important work to do.