Snippet #17446

Manbot standing in the corner does not even flinch as the slipper flies his way. It bounces off with a slight ping. He can't help but smile weakly under his helm. He bends over and picks it up as she approaches. When he stands back up she makes a comment on wanting a truce. He stands there silently for a few minuets the only sound being his breath through the re-breather of his armor. Finally firmly shaking her hand he speaks, "I accept your offer for a truce. Although I didn't realize that we where at war." He hands her the slipper and continues, "I think this is yours," he chuckles to himself, "If you are going to make a habit of throwing things at me, maybe you should throw heavier or harder objects, that way I can practice dodging."