Gray was used to this from Weiss, and he wasn't affected. He gave a little, defiant smile. "Hey to you too," he said. "Who pissed in your Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes this morning?" His mechanical arm caught the sunlight-- he'd lost his left arm while fighting a King Taijitu since he saw Weiss last. He had his weapons strapped to his lower back, in their most compact form.