Meant to disarm, perhaps, [he grudgingly agrees, scrutinizing the thing as new messages flash on its little face-screen:
TAKE THIS
PLEASE
Zekarion's eyes narrow as parts of the machine slide open to reveal... a phone...? He doesn't look particularly pleased as he bends down to retrieve it, but the robot didn't seem to retaliate against this other man's aggression, so he's been given no reason to think he'll be subject to immediate danger by accepting it.]
Mixed signals, [he mutters as he returns to his feet. Caging them and then being welcomed with a gift?]
no subject
TAKE THIS
PLEASE
Zekarion's eyes narrow as parts of the machine slide open to reveal... a phone...? He doesn't look particularly pleased as he bends down to retrieve it, but the robot didn't seem to retaliate against this other man's aggression, so he's been given no reason to think he'll be subject to immediate danger by accepting it.]
Mixed signals, [he mutters as he returns to his feet. Caging them and then being welcomed with a gift?]