[ The eye contact is the accidental side effect of his observation of the new guy’s metapowers.

(Which he’s evidently familiar with how to use. The cape’s no coincidence.)

But something calms the guy down, rushed chanting becomes a clear order, and the machine listens. Tidily drops straight down like an amusement park ride.

The final collapse to the ground jostles him and breaks the eye contact, but nothing broken here, except the mech.

Which they should get off, even if the hum of machinery is shuddering to a halt. It could still be dangerous. With a kick and a roll, he’s on his feet and offering both hands to the teenager. ]

Let’s get back to the perimeter until they give the all clear, or the Confluence coughs up more robots or Starfallen.

[ Is this better, or worse, than digging himself out of a farmyard and fighting potato monsters? Better, Tim thinks, because he’s better company than an angry Jason Todd and will answer questions as honestly as he can until the natives take the new arrivals for processing. ]

I’m Rook. That’s a neat trick you got there. Technopath?