The automaton would have smiled if he could, but he couldn't and he nodded sharply, accompanied by a slight whirring of gears before he wandered off along the side of the building, chattering to himself. His voice was tinny and artificial, but still somehow carried that boundless enthusiasm he had exhibited when he was truly alive. He looked around, taking in everything, his lenses rotating and click as they refocused on his surroundings. He scuffed one booted foot along the ground, crouching to pick some dust and rub it reflectively though his fingers.
He made sure to keep an eye, or ocular device, on Devon at all times, when he was in the fifth dimension he was notoriously unaware of his surroundings, and he found the experience intensely draining. Even at the the height of his powers, Augustus had been unable to predict the future without a far-lense to channel the power through, even then it had been difficult to interpret. Alas, his had been ancient even then and he'd never heard tell of another, so much of the old ways had been lost in the last hundred and fifty years, let alone the centuries before that. A natural oracle was such a rare find as to be inherently valuable, though one of Devon's skill was of near incalculable value. They were fortunate indeed that they had him. Augustus would make sure he was ok, Vampire's were resilient, but even they couldn't shrug off a bullet in the face.