[ woah. with rapunzel on the ground and his hands free, that leaves chat free to reach for the small, silver baton attached on his lower back back and, with a press of a button at its midsection, extends it to the length of a long staff.

hiss-tory, she said. he huffs out a half-laugh, twirling the staff into a ready position. ]

Remind me not to get on your bad sidwoah—!

[ a tease that's not quite serious but maybe it is, through the glimpses he's gotten of her with the saw, her with her hair-lasso, and now her with her plan.

he's cut off mid-sentence by the drone's quick race forward towards him; he swivels away from it's attempted grab as he speaks again, wielding the staff like a sword and hitting the drone further away. ]

—Er, get on your bad side again. [ since that happened. apparently. ambushed and all, though he could very well argue the circumstances of that situation. chat steals another glance at her. ] Since it's just one tincan, how about we test out that teamwork of ours? Tell me where to swing my claws, I'll swing 'em there, something like... I'll be the brawns, you be the brains?

[ this is the time.

there just seems to be something fun about that, and he doesn't quite see the risk in this, so excuse him— ]