"Little Guy rest now, okay?" He pats the little machine gently. The droid, undeterred, tries to reach for the metal plates on his gloves, eager to brush something like fingernails.

...Which he'll just let happen, it seems to make Little Guy happy. "Last city had lots of machines. Flying ships too. None for space, though. And dragons fly faster." Kahl misses those dragons. He hopes they'll do okay, now that the infestation's been cured.