"It's intuitive," comes the answer, which to a man who invents in his sleep isn't a helpful observation. Still, he doesn't offer guidance or correction as Tidus gets the drone to lift off from where it was nestled amongst it's brethren.

He laughs, clapping his hands around the bottle of alcohol, once Tidus has it dipping and dancing with his wiggling of the controls.

"See? You're getting the hang of it! Bet you'll crash before long, and that's how you know you're really understanding how it works!"

He's even serious. Messing up is incredibly informative of limits to movement and reaction times.