"Well. Other," he corrects himself. Because there's only one other person here beyond the tentaclefoe, and that's Wing. "I'll remember that," he says, with a little wink, though he hopes the new mech at least gets to know him before he says 'no'. Wing can be very persuasive.

Without tentacles.

Wing steps back after his slash, blades at the ready, watching the thing. It's hard to tell if it's flailing or attacking, but it sure is doing a lot of movement. "I'll register that as a complaint from it, don't you think?"