Togusa nods in confirmation. "All right. We don't have to take that thing all the way out. Maybe. Just get the people out."

But he is peering at it again, trying to get a better look at it from their vantage point. "You were right, though, it's made out of metal. How is it flying?" He can't see the engines on the interior of the bird's wings from here. It is still perched, silent, watching for movement, instead of taking to the air again. "You think the whole thing's a machine?" That would change their tactics.