Qubit nods, gathering up a couple things as well. It's a better idea than any he's got at the moment.

"This way's fine. It'll be quicker," he says tersely. Given that he can't fly, he's had to be toted places plenty of times, and it stopped bothering him years ago. Provided Peter doesn't just toss him over his shoulder or anything, they'll be golden.

It's probably obvious how distracted, surly, and brusque he's gotten since his little power failure. This is because he's sulking.