[ he is glad that the robot is apparently going to leave him alone now. He's less glad that this came about because it was beaten up. Zara accepts the sharp words with nothing more than a narrowing of his eyes, face remaining impassive and disapproving as he crosses his arms. ]

I'm afraid attacking people isn't a skill of mine. [ not entirely a lie. combat only in self-defense! But he leaves that for now, shaking his head. ] As for what I know... We're in the middle of some kind of pleasure festival, and some of the people are getting overenthusiastic. Are you hurt?