Okay, yeah, this conversation was over. Cub may not be an insult he hears often, but he can pierce together what it means on his own.

Except that sure was a thingamob that rolls right in his path. He tenses up immediately, thinking it some sort of explosive because that's just what any proper piece of tech did in any world, but thankfully it proves itself benign as it just whirs around like a child's toy.

At least for now. Hopefully it wasn't an exploding helicopter.

"What is this thing...?"

He's gonna touch it. He's gonna touch the thing. Just try and stop him.