It looks like everything is in working order on the puppet's body, Childe now standing up to his full height and wiping his forehead with the back of his arm. Though Scaramouche may not see it yet, he looks so much better now than when he did after their terrible battle, all the dings and the scratches removed and looking almost brand new. He couldn't of asked for a better job from that engineer, and he does hope that the mora he'd given him would be enough to keep him silent for a time. The Lord Harbingers are not people underlings will want to mess with- hopefully the fear of his name and the payment will do the job.

Setting his arms akimbo, he smiles and nods to his former colleague, glad to see he hasn't forgotten for as long as he'd been asleep. Or dead, depending on how one looks at it, but he's choosing to see it in a positive light instead for now, to counter the oncoming negativity that he's sure Scaramouche was going to exude in one way or another.

"That's right. It just so happens that intel was able to find a Abyss Order camp outside of Sumeru City a ways- we can use that as our point in. You looking forward to it? Because I am."

Just the thought alone of slaughtering Abyss creatures has got him pumped and ready to go. He looks excited like he could head out right now and go crush everything in their path.

"And since I still can't quite trust you to behave, I figured we would go right away, so I can keep an eye on you. I can't have you ripping through my men, after all, and you've hardly proven that you're capable of controlling yourself."