Cecil really wasn’t understanding anything, especially why it was essential for her to do that when it was possibly dangerous for her to. He didn’t know what his body temperature was right now and if he was too hot he could injure her. She was just risking her body by touching him and whatever hugs were supposed to do they probably weren’t for causing damage. The way Amuné was rambling just confused him, he wasn’t like her and constantly having to tell her that was just making him feel even more alienated from normal society. She was just making him feel bad for not understanding it, he didn’t mean for that to happen but she was definitely making it feel that way. He was not sure what he was even supposed to say about that, if there was something he just couldn’t wrap his head around he wasn’t going to get it with an explanation as simple as that. Just what did she want from him, anyway? If he did what she just did he would probably crush her, or melt her if that’s what happened when organic matter got too hot.

Gasping as the sound of people entering had been brought to his attention he very quickly he turned immediately, not just seeing Ethan and Nymira but a whole load of strangers too. Just who were these people and why were they here? Had they gone away and got new friends already? He didn’t even know how long he had been offline for, but it seemed as if they were already out trying to find new friends. He didn’t even know if he should say something, these people definitely knew he was a Machina just from looking at him in this state and in this place so that wasn’t a secret anymore. He felt a little scared, he didn’t know who these people were and here one was very quickly approaching him. Gasping he pulled back his head, slightly raising his fist as if ready to defend himself if necessary before they finally backed off.

Just what was going on? He thought he had a handle on everything until Amuné got all defensive over something he didn’t understand and these people with Ethan and Nymira entered. It was good to know that they were somewhat okay, Nymira seemed to be suffering from a leak on her ankle area but otherwise she didn’t look like she was going to cease functioning like he did. He felt pretty bad, even if he didn’t know how she got that injury. Frowning, he looked away and flexed his fingers a little, giving his reaction time a little test before looking to Norman when he gave him the option to recharge. Giving the others a quick glance he soon looked away and slowly moved off the bench, walking rather stiffly off towards the station. Frowning at the sight of it he glanced at Norman as he was opened and plugged in, keeping relatively silent as he was told to stay put.

Just how was he supposed to act around these people? He wasn’t supposed to be seen as anything but a Machina so he couldn’t act like himself, at least while there was strangers around. It felt awkward and worrying, like if he so much as spoke he would be exposed for being too much like the rest of them and they might panic too. Why didn’t they tell him anything before coming in? It was fine for them to act all normal and come on in like they had done so normally for however long they had been alive, but for him there was a lot more danger to it. He was going to have to act like a Machina might until they went away. It was one thing to trust mechanics that were around Norman and helped to rebuild him, but these people were strangers and probably Magi and all that; who knew if they were dangerous or not.

When Ethan decided to approach him and started to talk all casually he froze up, staring at him. He understood he was trying to show his gratitude but he didn’t know how he was supposed to express himself. He didn’t know if Ethan should be thankful either, he was just doing what he was supposed to do. He wasn’t like them, he was made for combat and using himself in a combat situation shouldn’t be something he was thankful for. “I was…doing what I was built to do”, he spoke, looking down at himself, “I’m a Machina, I’m not supposed to feel pain. I was just doing what I was built to do…everything is functioning correctly. I don’t need any help, thank you…” All these people must had been their new friends, but if that was the case how was he supposed to be himself? He certainly couldn’t pass as a Muran in the state he was in, not to mention he had his chest open and his body plugged into another machine. “I am having my battery charged. Don’t touch me, my body is still a high temperature after repairs…”

Kensen didn’t know what to make of the little get-together, nor did he think too much about the Machina. It did look a little too real for certain if maybe it missing some paint, but even if that was the case then why did this group have a combat Machina? Did they even need it? Surely it cost them a lot of money and it certainly didn’t belong to the Princess, especially considering how Dimuran tribes typically thought of Machina. It was certainly a little suspicious not to mention those things were dangerous. That was definitely a little too suspicious for him to let pass by, but it was probably the fact that they gave it a Muran name that made him wonder. Just where did they find it if they’re too poor to afford such a thing? Lone combat Machina were typically owned by high profile businessmen and military, something none of this lot were.