If he could, he would stay like this all day, just basking in this silence that somehow spoke louder than words.

But as it stood, his leg servos were locking up, and the beating he'd endured earlier was doing little to help the situation. He shifted, and his gears protested loudly- loud enough to make him cringe.

He cast Naomi an apologetic look and rose to his feet, joints grinding. "I'm too young to sound this old," he remarked, flexing his legs until the noises subsided to a manageable level.