KT had blocked the door and left something to lean precariously at the window. While he normally doesn't care about other people's presence, when he removes his plating to work on himself, he prefers a great amount of privacy. He takes the plates off and fastidiously works on his simple maintenance, cleaning and tightening the gears. After all, he is a five century old machine, and the trail dust of journeys can be quite bothersome. His work complete he puts his belongings up again and settles in to meditate for the night. His main spring, his heart so to speak, rewinds and tightens as he 'sleeps', readying him for another day. He places everything as it was before he entered and proceeds down to meet the others while they eat.