Isaac, for his part, snuggles close with a soft sigh. He feels just as warm and comforting as most sleeping bittyfolk.

Sam nods, and then seems to static out of existence. A moment later that beautiful classic muscle car he'd been sitting on is rising up with a soft whisper of metal on metal till it's become an 18 foot tall cybernetic person with a face that looks a lot like an older version of Isaac's, and blue optics that manage to still look like Sam's eyes.