Not the answer he'd projected. But not worse. And certainly not wrong. Rinzler stares a moment before dipping his own head... and following the motion with a forward roll off of his perch. It's too slow for an attack, but there's an eerie fluidity, body inverting with the same ease most humans would walk down the street. And probably the same amount of practice.

He lands in a crouch. Straightens, most of the way, to his usual close hunch. There's no effort to close the gap further, but the program doesn't lag in reaching for his TAB.

Protecting them.