Now that sounds nothing like a tech. (Well, the words do. Not the tone.) She's only just met him, she's not even his tech or handler or anything. Why would she even care. The Soldier looks at her in clear confusion. After a moment of trying to come up with a response, he settles for: "I'm used to it."

The Absol comes to join him again and bumps at his metal fingers, getting him to scratch behind her crest. The flesh hand wants to rub at his now-aching shoulder, but he's not sure if that will get her more or less worked off.