It prompts a slow, steady smile on her end: Charlie, you always know just what to say.

"Does that mean I get to talk about your--" Her sly, digging jab cut off by the roar of the crowd at a solid knockout-- whatever that translates to in robot terms. Red's hunkered over, all battered and torn nearly to pieces, but it's yellow that's sprawled out across the coliseum floor, circuitry sparking every few, energetic beats.