"Not everything has a name as you know it or understand it, Junko."

The felid's attention moved away for a moment, becoming more distant and aloof. This was to be expected of any cat, particularly the larger sorts and one seeming to have some semblance of mortal cunning and intellect. Regardless, the cupped ears remained forward, still managing to listen as she carried on about his mystical tendencies, of which he was none to keen to reveal. There was a time and place for everything and that was not here, at least not now. 

"I assume it is pointing its arms at us in the same way you would a hand, which in of itself is a weapon - or just as the mage does with her flames. No less, it is probably a gesture." A smile cracked at it jowls as it then looked to Junko from the corner of its golden eyes, almost toying with the notion it did not fear the injury or death that was the tremendous barrels.

The attention moved from there to the red woman wreathed in flames, the serpent and that one smaller it held, then back again to the machine.

"So, construct, just what is this object you refer to? What purpose has it?"