He nods, grim but smiling. "Damn right. Go down kickin' and screamin' and bitin' and shootin'. Drag every mothertrucker with you that you can." He keeps his language curbed cuz he's in the presence of a lady, after all! "That's how we live here. If people don't wanna respect us as sentient and try to hurt us or our kin, we're gonna respond in kind and a thousand times worse."

He looks towards the maint. closet as well, watching Ghost zip and buzz around, doing some mysterious work on those generators. "He seems like a good egg too. Here he is, helpin' us out, improvin' our way of life. That means a lot with the way our world's gone. Sometimes a kind hand is few and far between." Even more so when you look like the ever-present enemy.