[Yeah, you know what. He's an asshole. He's still not saying anything. That glare, as gross as that looked, it's not spooking him. He leaned back, turned to curl on his side a bit, his legs oddly hanging over the arm still, and curled enough to look over at Trauma as he tried to talk.]

[If he didn't trust him, he'd say it? There was a snort, and a deep frown, glancing off now] Pretty much said it today. 'If that chick isn't badass, you're screwed'. [He snorted, rolling his eyes and looking off at the floor now, over the edge of the couch] Your confidence in me is astonishing.

...I knew what I was doing.