Cecil did want to talk to Ethan more, but he felt he couldn’t. He couldn’t be talking normally with so many people around or act like he usually did, he was pretty stunted on possible reactions. Staring at Ethan for a moment he slowly looked down again, his attention wavering as Ethan didn’t quite know how to repay him. He was just doing what he was made to do, there was nothing that he could do anyway since he wasn’t like them either. He didn’t much care anyway, he didn’t know enough about life to know what he wanted and just kind of existed along with them. He wasn’t like them, so anything that he might want wouldn’t be something they would understand. Even he didn’t know what he wanted, he was completely oblivious when it came to his own desires and wants that the very concept confused him. It just made him feel even more out of the ordinary, he didn’t have anything other than his looks that connected him to people.

Looking to Norman quickly he soon looked down again. He didn’t understand, if he should’ve been offline while his body cooled down then what was the point of having him functioning? It didn’t make sense to him, it would’ve been more efficient to have him kept offline and not walking around like this. There wasn’t much he could do just now that the others could if he was too hot for anything. He shouldn’t be near people with how he was, he was dangerous to touch and if they were in a new place with this many people already then that meant this Mutebo place would’ve been incredibly busy with a lot of people everywhere. They could go off and have a good time with their friends, they didn’t need someone like him hanging around. Listening to them all talk amongst each other he gave them a long staring at, eventually turning around and facing back at the machine he was connected to. Surely they were happy now that they saw him if that’s all they wanted to do here, they didn’t need to be here anymore if they were happy enough to talk amongst themselves again.

Kensen didn’t know what was going on but that wasn’t one of his concerns, he was just here to keep an eye on them and make sure they got back to the building. It was important that they were brought back in one piece, even if Nymira wasn’t willing to get healed. He didn’t much care that she wasn’t wanting to be healed, it just meant she would heal by herself. While he was feeling a little bit bored of hanging around waiting for them to finish up he made a glance to Nymira when he noticed her eyes on him. Staring at her as she spoke about general pride he shrugged a little, looking away. He also didn’t accept healing for minor injuries, not unless they were going to hinder him in the next battle. If he ended up cutting his hand up he wouldn’t want it healed, but if he had to be in battle later on or the next day he would get it all healed up. He didn’t know if he should say something about the whole training thing, mostly because he didn’t know if it was final.

Casually glancing over at the others he stepped outside, stretching his arms and wings out. If they were all done in the workshop then they should really get out of there and give the mechanics some space. Taliya was probably going to get mad at them if they were late in getting back so he was going to prevent that for the most part. The exchange between Ethan and the Machina was pretty odd, mostly because he might as well had been talking to a doll except this doll could talk back. It wasn’t unusual for a Machina to have basic AI, but what was weird was that one looked like it was trying to hold back something like a proper response. Whatever though, he had more important things on his mind that would eventually require some seeing to.