The helmet doesn't move, but his stare does, tracking the user's motions with a flicker of jealousy. When she speaks, he gives a slightly lopsided shrug. It depends. On the kind of threat, on the situation. On what was at stake. Very little of the directives Rinzler knows reinforce any need for self-protection.

Of course, they generally didn't have to. The enforcer's not glitched enough to want derezz, or weak enough to sit there and take whatever treatment the users down the hall provide. And how else is he supposed to stop a threat? If this user thinks he can talk his way out of his problems, clearly she doesn't know him in the least. Rinzler reaches, finally, for his MID, glowing letters appearing in the air above him as he types.

Won't stop.