After the most recent supply run, Spinner is sitting on the dusty floor of the League's newest base, sharpening his swords and blades.

He listens to his kid hop over his tail and play with it—not his actual kid, but the mutant child he found abandoned and took in.

His tail lifts and slams against the ground, a silent warning for the kid to stop messing around with it.

Spinner: "Kid," He grunts. "Stop that..."

Even still, he couldn’t help but be pleased that the child wasn’t frightened by his appearance but infact likes it.