Whoa, Ambulon was getting a slight case of vertigo. His equilibrium chip balanced itself again, and he looked surprised at Elita's face. "O-Oh, sorry," he vented, suddenly embarrassed. He drew back, trying to uh put his hands... somewhere. How'd they do this again?

"I'm fine, I'm sorry," he insisted, clearing his vocalizer. "Though, uh, glad we didn't have that spill. Thankfully Whirl doesn't seem to be around, or he'd never let me live that down."