Michael's using his powers to keep it elevated, able to work at something on the bottom. "I've got the engine from the ship and it seems to use a lot of natural elements. Sun, wind, that kind of thing." He suspects there are some elements found more frequently in space, too, but he's still studying that.

He settles it back and grabs his notebook and pencil to sketch a few more notes down, his head bowed and working on it as he gently lets the drone fall back.

"Would you buy it?" he asks, absently, not looking up.