Magnolia himself is a bit of a country bumpkin, truth be told. He stays away from most human development - by choice. He doesn't like humans all that much, but he's quite unimpressed by this hulking city with its bizarre architecture and noisy machinery. (Even if he can't hear things as well as others can, he can feel the vibrations juddering through his body well enough.)

"It appears to be a method of transport they use here," he says, hands behind his back in the manner of a teacher. "Apart from that? I know nothing, but it does seem rather messy and noisy."

Almond adjusts their grip on his shoulder and caws in agreement. The Kabuto on Magnolia's head wriggles a little, but seems to offer no opinion on the strange machinery.
He seems pretty...disdainful, to be honest.