[He follows the direction she's pointing in, of course... and he goes quiet for a moment, thinking about this. The situation as a whole. In fact, he ends up thinking hard enough that his helmet starts to blip and chirp, like he's calculating...]
... You don't want me killin' him. Ouais?
[This is him putting the metaphorical leash in her hands, here. He might not seem like it, but he does know better.]
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In fact, he ends up thinking hard enough that his helmet starts to blip and chirp, like he's calculating...]
... You don't want me killin' him.
Ouais?
[This is him putting the metaphorical leash in her hands, here. He might not seem like it, but he does know better.]