[five minutes is all Callaghan needs to get some form of backup ready, should he need it. in the distance, he can imagine a greater mass of microbots, ready and willing to come should he just ask them to- but for now he makes do with the ones he has, the same ones that are rebuilding upon his shoulders. the coat is brought a distance towards him, but only given so much direct attention; especially as Hiro drops the proverbial bomb.
he blinks.
on one level, his first impulse is you've got time to say goodbye- and a subtle glance towards the side wall reminds him of what happened another time when Hiro brought up Tadashi's death, and him reacting on impulse. with the constant movements he's had to make, he clenches his jaw to help keep those words at bay, in no mood to have the thing enter like some sort of dark parody of the Kool-Aid man if he says the wrong thing.
the microbots upon him flex unhappily, forming subtle hackles upon his shoulders as he looks back at Hiro. he does not like feeling as though he's under duress, even if there's a dark and morbid satisfaction at the thought of Krei finally screwing up so he has a reason to go after in him force like he promised...
he brings a hand to his mouth, rubbing the skin there. not so much for the gesture, as to unconsciously mask some of his expression.]
So- what? You're going to offer calling off Baymax if I help you?
no subject
he blinks.
on one level, his first impulse is you've got time to say goodbye- and a subtle glance towards the side wall reminds him of what happened another time when Hiro brought up Tadashi's death, and him reacting on impulse. with the constant movements he's had to make, he clenches his jaw to help keep those words at bay, in no mood to have the thing enter like some sort of dark parody of the Kool-Aid man if he says the wrong thing.
the microbots upon him flex unhappily, forming subtle hackles upon his shoulders as he looks back at Hiro. he does not like feeling as though he's under duress, even if there's a dark and morbid satisfaction at the thought of Krei finally screwing up so he has a reason to go after in him force like he promised...
he brings a hand to his mouth, rubbing the skin there. not so much for the gesture, as to unconsciously mask some of his expression.]
So- what? You're going to offer calling off Baymax if I help you?
[he sounds...irate. at best.]