Dim lights illuminated Screwllum's form as he gazed upon you from across the vast length of the table - a quiet whirr escaping him as he sighed. "You know, there's no need to be so guarded around me."

You; a fellow member of the genius society - yet entirely distrustful. The meeting was over, but the robot had politely insisted that you stay behind.

"Stop looking for answers in everyone's face." He uttered calmly, drumming his metallic fingertips against the desk's surface. "Trust me."