"That- okay, for once, I actually believe you having a conversation with someone isn't going to murderize them," Spinister admits, frowning unhappily. "But I'm not letting go either!"

He re-fluffs his armor and spins his rotor blade, although at least he's stopped pulling. There's a long moment of internal struggle followed by an unhappy engine growl and then...

".... What're you guys talking about."

Suspicious squinting.