Brainstorm was used to trades. Considering he didn't really have any friends, but was far used to bartering for things he needed or wanted, that makes him squint with puzzlement at Spinister.

"If you're just going to keep giving me things for free then nevermind."

He also was never one to turn down free stuff.

Brainstorm lets his cord retract into its housing, but his covers dont slide into place yet. He still kind of felt like all his limbs had turned to jelly and transfluid was still leaking from the mouth of his valve.

He really did need a shower.

"Anyway, help yourself, but you're not going anywhere until you help repaint my aft."