Oh wow, he's pissed. Hilarious really, he couldn't help but snicker at the way his hackles raise. For now he has a bunch of bits and bobs that need to be gathered otherwise he really wouldn't have cared how the cyborg being/robot felt about him. If he had any feelings that is- aside from being super angry at everything.

"Trafuri? Trifuri? Does it even make a difference?" He rolls his eyes as he looks down at the roll of film and carefully examines the transparent black paper. "Picture boy?!" His eyes widen at his nickname, "Jeez where did you get that name from? Pornhub?"

"Okay seriously- I really do need to take a look at your column though and your," he stops as he tries to come up with a term for body. Is it body or part? "You are kind of in the way," He adds- just for the sake of clarifying to the king of guesswork here. "Unless you own the whole aisle for some damn reason."