Not knowing what she's doing, Andrew anxiously swivels his eyestalk to watch her. Does he have side thrusters? It seems like he should have side thrusters. No amount of mental prodding at the different circuits governing his shell result in anything like that going off, though, and when he experimentally fires his main thrusters again, it just makes him skid sideways a bit and melts a few more balls into slag.

"I thought they would have fixed this issue by now," he muses to himself. He perks up at Daine's exclamation, waving his rod-like 'arms' and firing the thrusters again despite knowing that neither will do him any good. "How do you know?" he asks, hopeful but wary.