Trisha flinched slightly at the sound and looked unimpressed. “Less yellin’ please, lad.” she said calmly. “Now, ye know others would kill ye on sight, yeah?” she asked.
He fumbled around with something beneath his helmet and picked around at something.
"That's my normal volume. I don't have the best voice generator. I'm aware of that. Can't say I know what they'd do to a bot that'd do this."
Pulling a little bit of beef jerky out of his pocket, he opened his mouth (which seemed more like a filed down bear trap) and dropped it in.











