i could fill the cracks up in the rocks

"Smooth moves there, my friend."

Minoth laughed as he said it, and Dunban was struck by how good-naturedly the sound rang. Indeed, he was impressed by the angular fluidity of the Machina man's movements in his own right; almost as though he were drawing not from the push and pull of muscle ligaments but from the spring of the joints themselves. Which, Dunban supposed, was exactly what he was doing.

A fascinatingly well-polished and -oiled machine - rather, individual. And, yes, a friend, too. Not a rival, but a peer.

"Not as impressive as yours, I'm afraid."

Minoth just laughed again.