No can do, Miss Saya - memère raised a gentleman!

[That's more-or-less shouted over the top of everyone and everything, letting out the stupidest little bark of a laugh she's probably ever heard - it's half snort, half wheeze, even comes with his helmet letting out some happy beeps to match.
Doofus.

But he's already sinking the blade of his hatchet right into the shoulder of one of those criminals - it's just a blue-banded one, but they made the mistake of trying to get in close and fight Chipp, themself, so... play stupid games, win stupid prizes!]

'N I dunno! Felt like I should say it!
I know you ain't need me for shit, don't you worry!