It is a minimalist answer. Enough for even Rinzler to hear how much it's lacking... especially when it's reflected back his way. Noise rattles a harsh loop, frame bristling as he tries to generate a clearer term. But words are always difficult, and Nihlus is brightening in the background, a pitch of not!sound grown sharp and grating...

...until just as suddenly, he isn't. The tension slackens just as quickly as it starts, leaving—not silence, but space to process. Space to work. The enforcer's whir catches, softening in surprise as Rinzler's stare comes up.

"...that."

Or, more exactly:

"Emotional overlay."