There's a brief moment of quiet, icy disdain in the way Nihlus sets his jaw, regarding Clu like he'd just scraped the admin off the sole of his boot. Then his eyes slant and his mandibles angle upwards in an overtly friendly little smile.

"Funny how he's been managing self-recovery and being... right... handed just fine on his own until you came along." He clasps his hands together in front of him, uttering a sigh that just a shade away from being melodramatic. "Didn't realize that was a problem, cultural differences and all. But I am glad to've been informed otherwise and to learn that the solution is, apparently, casual dismemberment."

The pleasant front drops like a block of lead then and there and Nihlus' smile goes with it.

He catches Rinzler's gaze before the enforcer turns it towards the ground and he casts Clu one last look before his body language eases back into one of military neutrality. As Alan steps up, Nihlus watches warily, but doesn't otherwise comment.

This? Was going to be nerve-wracking.