Arty's lips spread in a smile beneath his mask when the other man mentioned combat. Killing things, proving himself their better, seemed to be about as close as he could get to feeling true happiness, the kind that you see in movies and read about in books. That state of perfect harmony with yourself regardless of your circumstances. Then again, he'd never been the type to reject who or what he was. He just was, and that was all he could be. So maybe he'd been happy all along and just never realized it... Regardless, he liked fighting stuff, and he was about to get the opportunity to do just that.

"I don't know, robots aren't really my thing. No offense. I'm more of a people person when it comes to killing. They get all emotionally hyper-active." He didn't try and explain why that part appealed to him though. "Robots? Not so much. Just a clanking bunch of metal one minute and a pile of scrap the next. But for you, my friend, I'm willing to make an exception. Count me in."