The program's stare lingers, unmoving for several moments. He's quite certain this user hasn't been in his place before. The cage, after all, is just an inconvenience, and no user would need to expect what Rinzler knows is waiting for him when it's done. Users aren't code. They aren't meant to be rewritten.

But the last line... that's a closer fit than he'd expected. The stillness breaks, a light-lined hand flicking the MID display back on.

No weapons.

Hard to stab someone in the face when his disks and batons had been removed. Joke? Genuine complaint? Somewhere in between? It would be the first Rinzler's shown in here of having a sense of humor, but stranger things have happened.