[He'll forever choose showing off his tech over anything emotional, don't worry Charles. Which is why he's practically lighting up at the allowance to go on ahead, the interest in what he'd managed to do. And really, it just takes a few buttons before the chair is almost settling down firmly on the ground, what were and kind of... are... the wheels actually seeming to disassemble themselves, folding into the compartments he'd built in and making room for the repulsors to take over.

It's a pretty seamless lift off, mindful of what's in Charles' room - which is really a kickass room, actually - and ceiling height and everything, but it leaves him just kind of chilling about a foot off the ground.]

Alright, so you have your basic repulsors - which, by the way, is still private tech so if you sell it to anyone I might just have to roll you off the side of the ship - which are wired in... [And here follows about five minutes worth of technical explanation as well as another ten minutes of boasting about his mechanical skills and blah blah oh right here's what the buttons do, Charles, any questions?]