Rampage tilts his head, an amused glint in his eyes. Why, he enjoys spooking people too!

"My spark is hungry," he answers. "It reaches out to others so it can taste them, savor their pain and terror and torment."

He moves Slipstream closer, getting a better look at her. She seems normal enough from the outside, but he supposes he might, too. "You I can touch. You have a presence, but you have no taste."

He finally releases her, not setting her down but simply opening his claw. "And where's the fun in that, hm?"