Otto, propped up on his actuators, looked awfully off-put. A frown playing on his. He lowered himself and it seemed his actuators were on the look out. Each of his four mechanical limbs extended out and open, one of them keys in on a normal civilian. A light mechanical whirring filled the air and Otto turns to face them, his brown eyes boring into them with a cold, piercing gaze. “And what do we have here?” A light smirk plays on his lips, and he raises an eyebrow.