Rinzler's gaze doesn't return. The ticking growl is the only reply, rising and falling sharper in irritation. He doesn't need this user on his side. Not for its lies, not for its mockery, and certainly not for any kind of judgment. There's no answer, but if Deacon seems to be waiting for one, the mask will jerk unequivocally toward the door.

The user said something about leaving?