[Whirl makes a sound that's closer to a mechanized trill than anything else and happily takes the packet of tools in claw. He looks at it probably the same way someone would look at a child and unrolls it, counting every thing to make sure it's in place almost obsessively before settling.
Finally after a very long moment Whirl acknowledges Bee.]
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Finally after a very long moment Whirl acknowledges Bee.]
....You aren't the worst.
[ In Whirl, it's almost a thank you.]