Cecil was feeling a little better knowing what he was supposed to be, but unfortunately Norman seemed to be a little concerned with a few things still. He noticed how he didn’t appear to be very enthusiastic with letting him know that, thinking it would be a great moment with him finally understanding what he was. He thought it was a big deal, but Norman seemed to be acting as if it was just another day on the job for him. Slowly tilting his head to the side he ended with a frown and a sigh, staring down at himself. “There is? I don’t want to end up breaking something”, he spoke, staring at his feet before looking to his gauntlets, “I will make sure I don’t break, I promise. I don’t want to have to get repairs all the time”.

Cecil was a little nervous and certainly was wondering if it was an okay thing to be a combat model. He didn’t know what it meant for other people, but if it managed to scare people before then maybe it was a bad thing. There was so much he could question about himself, but he didn’t feel he had the right answers to the first things to ask the questions correctly. While he knew now he was a combat model, what he didn’t know was what he was able to do when what he managed to do so far just happened without him knowing initially. He was curious about his combat purposes and why he was ‘life-like’, figuring him needing to understand why he was small and like this before finding out what his combat purposes were.

Hearing Norman not understand why he was life-like either he felt lost again, sighing lightly before giving a little smile as he watched him clean up his legs. “Honestly, I don’t know what I look like apart from what I can see. I guess I really do look very different to other Machina”, he spoke, sighing lightly, “I’ve not seen another Machina, though. People keep talking about them, but I’ve not known what I’m supposed to look for when trying to find some. Maybe it doesn’t matter that much, but it’s still a curiosity to me”. Describing his experiences of the factory didn’t seem to help matters none as Norman didn’t give much of a response to it, wondering if there was any more than simply the conclusion that he came from a factory. Watching as he finished up the oiling he looked back to Norman when he asked him a request, staring at him curiously before nodding. “Uhh sure. I can do that, but uhh…when will I see you again? I’m going to the city”.