Oh, no I believe you.

*He hops down on shaky legs and casually inspects the wheels anyway. Then he claps his hands and rubs them together in a businesslike fashion and speaks to Regulus, designating him as Head of Transport in an attempt to subtly win him over. It's manipulative of him, but it's such second nature that he does it instinctively.*

What would you suggest? I suppose we'd best be walking, shouldn't we?