Zephyr prides himself on making at least mediocre points most of the time.

He waits for the sound to go away, finally steps back once Pepper's confirmed it's good. He looks up and down the column, whistles quietly. "Not bad work." If he does say so himself.

Seems safe to take his cues from her. When she moves Zephyr follows, head tilted back and picking his way through the structure with care despite the direction of his gaze. "Sure, I'm up for it," he says. "It's what I'm here for. I'm Zephyr." There's a considering pause. "You remember I can't fly, right?"