Keith looked a little confused for a second, listening as Ed talked like he was the mechanic.

"Oh, uh... well, I guess?" He shrugged. "I'm not a great mechanic for anything, really. That's definitely more Hunk or Pidge. I'd honestly be afraid of hurting him more than helping him if something came up that he needed help with fixing it." He frowned a bit. "Though, so far, we've been really lucky at how durable it is." Then again, it was made to battle with. It had to be durable.

"But, yeah... it's more just, I guess, helping him cope," he said. "He puts up a good front, but... Well, I've known him a long time. I can tell when something's off, and he's not feeling right. I just don't know how to help him through that." But Keith knew that Ed had a point. The events that resulted in them having prosthetic limbs were different for each of them. Though... Ed...

"Wait... you have more than one?" Okay, that was a little surprising.