HIS EXPERIENCES WITH AUTOMATONS AND ROBOTIC beings before arriving into this city were always dangerous. yet not once did he assume any of them to be in possession of anything VAGUELY resembling human intelligence. he's been living in this city long enough to not jump to baseless conclusions. not to make a FOOL of himself.
MOST of the time.
❝ya AIN'T with them?❞ he half states, half asks. a CAUTIOUS look over the inorganic being, gun-arm not quite raised, yet locked and loaded.
the ‘them’ in question is a band of petty criminals hot on his trail, folks who fail to take kindly to his efforts to make the island a better - and CLEANER - location. his purpose having been wrenched from beneath his feet, barret feels sufficiently put out by the need to expel his energy - in WHATEVER way possible.
he's never been one for being QUIET.
❝best duck down an' hide -- they're PISSED.❞
@intelite liked for a starter.
