Dualscar does it as quickly as he can, all in one smooth movement. The helmet goes up, slides down over the Psiioniic's horns, and clicks shut under his chin. His fingers deft and swift, Dualscar touches the clasp on the back of the helmet and slides it home, but does not lock it.

"If you need to get it off in a hurry, the clasp is back here. Just slide and release, because I'm not locking it."

He drops his hands from the helmet, and catches the Psiioniic's chin in one hand.

"As soon as he's gone. I promise."