"Sandworms? Well that would be something new, and I think we deserve that after not getting a lake monster in the last trip." He wants to shoot something and he's been such a good Omnic lately, he deserves to turn a sandworm into swiss cheese.

Giving a disgruntled snort he turns with a glare, looking every bit like he regrets not bringing his rifle right now. His delicate pride is wounded being compared to someone who would arrest people like him. "I look like no such thing!"

With a huff he heads outside because he is done with Skulduggery right now, and he doesn't even get fun six-shooters? He hates this place already.

The outside of the diner is dead, dry and dusty, he groans as a gust of wind sends sandy soil across his shoes, and he's about to remark on that. He has a very well formulated snarky rejoinder to convey his annoyance with this whole place and also somehow insinuate that it's the skeleton's fault but then he freezes.

The parking lot has a strange assortment of cars in it, but there's also something behind there, something sleek and black and he can catch the reflection of the sun off a fender. He makes a surprised trilling noise that he can't even stamp down and doesn't realize he did, as he goes for the keys in his pocket. Yes he's been carrying those around this whole time, shut up.

Chirp chirp.