"Stubborn?" That's clearly what the other mech had meant. "He was new to my city. He...kind of looked a little like you." Especially around the helm, with those adorable finials like cat ears.

He pauses to look over at the railing, twitching at the loud, wet sort of 'sploop' as the creature hit the ground below. Well, he's no threat any more, except to a cleaning crew.

"We did?" That whips his head around. "Do I know you, friend?" He should, he realizes, because that looks like a Great Sword on the other's back.