Dualscar does kind of like it, is the thing. It's almost refreshing, having someone sass him and give him backtalk, especially since the Psiioniic does it in such a friendly way. It's what he thinks having a friend must be like, and he has a retort on the tip of his tongue until he sees the way the Psiioniic shrinks in on himself, getting ready for the inevitable.

"Hey..." There really aren't words for this, nothing comforting he can say, and he contents himself with running his thumb over the Psiioniic's high cheekbone.

"I'll get rid of him as quickly as I can, okay?"

It's the best he can do, and he brings the helmet up again, holding it loosely in one hand.

"Are you ready?"