[As much as he does want to chide Viktor not to push himself, the worry caves to resignation and the briefest of nods. It was Viktor's body, after all, and Vakama had to trust him to know it the best.]

...Okay. Okay, I'll let it be.

[So long as Viktor is confidently steady, Vakama backs up a step, eyes flitting slightly to the floor at the compliment before clearing his throat and gesturing to the other side of the lab.]

I'd... like to see it in action, before we say as much. [Good, but not good enough, though he does have a little more energy in his tone at the confirmation that it's holding its own.]

Can you try a few paces? Just whatever speed comes naturally.