"Good to see you're not intimidated by a little sludge," he remarks flatly, picking up on what he assumed to be a moment of hesitation. Not that he would have been bothered either way. This human didn't owe him anything. It was odd enough he'd chosen to help him to begin with.

Regardless, he gets one of the nozzles himself - one that could fit in his hand - and turns on the pressure in the tank. Standing over a drain, he extends one arm and begins to spray the gray armor down with the cleanser, much like one would use a water hose to shower.

Looks like that was Gregor's cue to jump in.