Fireguard turns its black-yellow faceplate in acknowledgement. Although its expression is cold as steel -since it's made of steel for real- , at least it keeps its black-yellow wedges on its side or doesn't belch flame and burn you for now. Perhaps this person has answers to the mysteries of its own existence.

State your business.

Fireguard observes you without changing its facial expression one bit (And how can it even when it's basically metal?) . Though what may pass for irritation flashes across the visor of its helmet-like visage, its words are still as emotionless.

State your business, quickly.