[Sound rises and falls... but in the end, Rinzler's helmet only twitches forward toward Calla. Saving them work is what he's for. Rinzler wasn't made to serve the users. Or to dissuade suicidal, stupid glitches that are no use to anyone regardless. The snub produces a scornful stare. The petulance that follows, a predatory incline of the dark mask. Words rumble out, soft and sharp like promises.]
At least.
[You don't think he can kill every user on the planet, Calla? Rinzler begs to differ. He'll delete as many as he needs to. That's what he's for. The air of menace lingers for a moment before the enforcer's hunch slopes: an easy turn away.]
Your derezz.
[Have fun with that, Calla. Rinzler has allies to check on, and threats to seek out.
no subject
At least.
[You don't think he can kill every user on the planet, Calla? Rinzler begs to differ. He'll delete as many as he needs to. That's what he's for. The air of menace lingers for a moment before the enforcer's hunch slopes: an easy turn away.]
Your derezz.
[Have fun with that, Calla. Rinzler has allies to check on, and threats to seek out.
Maybe even a way back.]