Andy seems to revel in the comfort of something not made out of flesh that he can actually touch, and hops up onto a chair as soon as humanly possible. He sits there for a moment to collect his thoughts, trying to arrange all his unanswered questions (where was the light coming from inside a woman's stomach, for instance?) apart from his more rational thoughts, and gets himself into a much calmer state of mind. He looks over at the drying station, then down at his soaked body, then sighs. Might as well get it out the way, right? He walks over and stands beneath the tube, bracing himself for it to start automatically, and looking around for any controls in case it doesn't.<br/><br/>"Hmmm... No, I don't think so. I've never had a real pilot. But if you think about it, that'd kinda defeat the object of having a vehicle, if you could feel the road beneath your body and if you could feel tired after travelling any distance," replies Sophie simply. Her hands move at Bailey's command, allowing her to look down at the machinery and flesh that makes up her body.