The D.A.T.A. unit likely would have found a way to fumble around no matter the stability of his legs; this clumsiness appeared to be inherent in his design, generally unintended for mobility and unaware of his own limitations. For example, the way he watched BD-1 navigate easily down to him while he was turned over with his new legs waving in the air like a turtle, clearly led him directly to the incredibly ambitious hop he attempted well before he properly had his balance again, like he thought he might jump like that, too. He ended up on his side again, camera eye rolling around the room.

"I've only been on the train a couple of times myself," Tony admitted, so he wasn't the most well versed in its peculiarities. "If we can get any of those ships over there running, we might have a better chance of taking some measurements. They got there somehow, obviously. There's steps to retrace." Meanwhile, he was tapping his chin, looking concerned, not convinced that what Cal had to offer Beck was limited to satellite-application. Just as before, Tony clearly thought there was an easy logical path for Cal to follow him to, "How is it that you kept those two from killing each other, exactly?" Maybe a little mind control wasn't so bad, given the right circumstances.