KAYUQTUQ "KIT" AALUK
Like a beast, the volume and the over-exaggerated motions make her nervous, uneasy. She gives a little jump after his small leap ends with his form piled in a heap but before she can form a proper reaction, his pieces are whirling and twirling back upright again and he's bounding about with a strange resilience that is both charming and disturbing. Kit still hasn't gotten over the body-is-a-gear thing, especially after having a similar-shaped piece of metal drag her screaming from the frozen swan.
Then, the sky catches her attention and she sees them, all calm and waving, aligning like planets to a path that snakes into the distance. Eyes grow wide with wonder and fear as the girl can't help but wondered where such a line would take them. A part of her wants adventure. Another part fears death. Aput hums gently from the back of her brain in an attempt to soothe her anxiety.
Metallic sounds draw her gaze. She sees Cam's contraption, Wingnut, alight upon the tinkerer's arm. Curiosity is piqued and she steps forward to bring herself behind and to Cam's right. There's a churning and suddenly the mech's breast peels back away in layer after layer, pieces folding and sliding to reveal the complicated workings within. Never in her life has she seen such a thing. Kit had seen the vehicles of man but nothing matched the complexity packed into this small, brilliant space.
Then, to top it off, the creature seems to meld down into the compartment that Cam has made upon herself for it. By the time she turns back to Kit, the girl has to force her hanging jaw shut. Suddenly the other girl is speaking and she has to jump away from her amazement and back to her reality to catch the words in time. At the inquiry, she looks back over to Lucca and Troy, not having even realized they'd been talking.
"N-No clue," she admits, still reeling. Aput chuckles at her in the back of her mind and that finally brings her to some degree of coherency. Suddenly, though, the boy of gears has his eyes fixed on her and she feels the hairs on the back of her neck slowly rise. He rushes forward and grabs her wrist before she can snatch it away. Troy tugs and it takes every bit of restraint within her to not dig her feet into the sand and refuse to budge. So, instead, she tumbles forward with Cam and submits to their impending ascent, casting a dubious glance over to her companion that mirrors the good question she'd just posed.