"I m-mean I can get some--" Brainstorm starts to stutter, but apparently Spinister doesn't give slag about other methods of taking care of the charge.

"Hhhnnh," he moans, arching into the heli's hands as they stroke along the seams. He sort of wishes that he'd had some engex before hand, or maybe even shot himself; anything to help with being nervous. Spinister had given him quite a fright before.

It's the humming that really does it though. His covers fold open, revealing his array. His cord doesn't spring to attention like Spinister's had, but it slips out, slowly hardening from the attention.