"Only a million?" Spinister hums thoughtfully as he picks a clamp up and inspects it. "No, no, that's pretty reasonable, I think." A step up from a gunfight, certainly.

"I'm Spinister!" he says, holding out the clamp for a handshake. He realizes it after a second and then hastily puts the tool away before actually offering his hand.

"You're a really cool shade of purple. It's neat looking."