"It's alright. I only would have panicked if I couldn't find you by morning." Albert moves away from the painted wall and settles onto the floor next to Jet, crossing his legs and hunching forward to peer at the other paintings.

"Schematics? For..." He tries to make sense of them but while Albert was also fairly skilled at his own inner cybernetic workings, this is beyond him. He let's the word float, raising an eyebrow at Jet in askance for him to finish the sentence.