Diaval's feathers fluff in alarm. That he certainly understood, and he sidles away from the controls, so he's sitting on bare paneled wood instead, shooting a distrustful look back at the shiny buttons. He's just escaped being skewered by a load of knights not all that long ago, and he's perfectly content to keep himself in one piece, thank you very much. He's not sure how these simple panels could kill anyone, but he'd rather avoid it.

The air is dead here, to fly was surely going to be a terrible chore. Oh, what he wouldn't give for longer legs right now. He hadn't realized how convenient it had been to be able to shift back and forth. Granted, not at his own whim, which was the problem at the moment.

He nods in response to the question. Don't leave him alone with strange shiny buttons that will cause things to explode, please.