[this sort of thing is as natural as breathing for him. he ends up standing in front of the closed door with his arms crossed again, letting out a perfect little huff of exasperation.]

People are just... Pointless, worthless wastes of space. So many of them.

[he taps all of his fingers along his own arm, finally giving Tek a look-over now that he has the space for it, both mentally and physically.]

I should have given him acid instead. Let it burn through all of his things.