[You aren't ALLOWED to flinch, you're a construct! Absolutely ridiculous. He refuses to feel guilty for upsetting a faceless screwdriver.]

What on Earth is the point of you, if you can't even answer one simple question? [Mean enough that he can hear Valkyrie tutting behind him. ("She's doing the best she can and being a baby about the Faceless Ones won't help anything.")]

Fine. Of course. Tight leashes, zipped lips. In your case, no lips. [Finally, he moves, if only to tilt his head slightly to the side.] I said that you creeped me out, didn't I?