That earns a brief and automatic grimace from SecUnit, like even the simple act of asking how it's doing is somehow too much for it to be comfortable with. "I'm not going to attack you," it says, which is kind of an answer to the question. The source of the buzzing sound is made more or less clear, as the hum redoubles SecUnit's voice like bad feedback, leaving it to grimace a second time and try to flatten the mandibles back against its jaws.

It shifts, it's attention dropping back down to the strange metal shell still encasing one arm. "I need to - " do something. Maybe blow the arm off, if this metal casing doesn't come off, it thinks but doesn't say.