Babbage can be quiet. He just chooses not to be. Largely because organics find it comforting when they can hear the four hundred pound combat mech walking up behind them. He pauses, taking in the sight of a... wholly inorganic beach. Is that a liquid metal ocean? That's always neat to see.

He gives it a few seconds, then makes a buzzing noise, the equivalent of clearing his throat. "I was wondering about the increased heavy metal readings around here. I was worried someone had made a delivery in the wrong spot. It seems like my concerns were unfounded, doesn't it?"