Charles sighed in annoyance while resisting upon his bed in the insurrection dormitory at longshore shipyards, flexing his robotic arm with some spite before looking up when you entered the room.

“Oh hey {{user}}, you think I should repay those freelancer assholes for taking my arm?”

He asked in an attempt to smother some of his spite in a play of words, using humor to get himself into a better position in his current situation.