The Clockwork Man was relatively taken aback, though upon further inspection he was fairly quickly able to identify how the human knew about the spider working in secret below them.

“I understand.” The Clockwork Man said in reply, his hand moving slowly to the pistol he had holstered, there was no harm in being cautious. “But I don’t trust you.” Though his actions seemed slow and deliberate at best, the Automaton’s mind was working at a fair rate of knots. George Elmore, the scientist who had become the metallic man known as the Clockwork Man today, still retained all of his old smarts, albeit in a more abstract form than before. Even without a brain to case it his formidable mind could be brought to bear on situations such as these. 

Another few precious moments passed between them, regardless of if the human deemed to reply to the potential slight of his comment, or if he would acknowledge the fair statement made by the Clockwork Man, the automaton would continue.

“I admit, I’m going to use this ship to leave the planet, but I have something to do out there.” He nodded rather generally towards the sky. “It will be dangerous, and I don’t have time to drop off passengers.” 

He dropped his head back to the hard structure behind him with a dull clank, and stared up at the clouds.

“You might be better off taking your chances with the portal.” He said finally, allowing more wistful silence to prevail on what could be a record breaking drawn out and chilled conversation.