"You mean the one that blew up, or the one I hit with the other one?"

How sad is that, it's a legitimate question? Either one would be a bad sign, in his opinion. He can't exactly hit them like he did.

Her expression isn't what he wants to see. Even though this conversation is... odd, since what else would they look like? He blinks at her.

"Yeah... like... hn."

How does he even describe this? "As if a human being were made of metal. And flesh. All mixed."