Despite being told otherwise Cecil was still pretty worried and wondering if he was going to be able to keep his body intact as they travelled. The fact that two attacks had happened in such a short space of time since meeting Ethan and Amuné had him worried over his future. He was probably more fragile than the other two, even if they did leak a lot they never really lost their components and had to get fixed. Feeling better over it all he did smile at Norman, feeling he could continue his journey safely and not having his body fail him. “I don’t know what a wild bull is but I will try to avoid it. I just want to see everything and continue my journey”. He didn’t know if he was allowed to call the others his friends quite yet, he wanted to see what they thought considering he was holding them up all the time and possibly hiding the fact he was annoying them with that.

Listening to Norman tell him about Machina had him confused, wondering why they would keep them indoors and not go out and about with them too. Maybe they really were just that different from him and without an adventuring mind like his. He really enjoyed going out and around and if those Machina didn’t enjoy that then they couldn’t possibly know about the wonders of the world too. Staring down at his feet for a moment he gasped when he was prompted to go, looking to Norman quickly before slowly sliding off the work desk. He certainly did feel a lot better and his joints were much easier to move, making him feel pretty happy that he was able to get a servicing like that. “Really? You’ll get ahead of us? It’s such a long distance for contacting…”

Contemplating over the thought and how contact could be made he gasped when Ethan suddenly shouted out to him, spinning around quickly. That was a rather curious question and something like that was a measurement he had failed to take note of, looking down at himself before finding himself completely confused. “Horses? I don’t-…what are those?” he questioned before gasping, turning around to Norman again, “I-I still want my oil, by the way! I will weigh more, but I still want it! Even if I did know my weight, which I don’t…”