[His foot stings a little, and it's probably going to sting more later, but he's not about to let on too much. So weak! He laughs it off, waving his hand.]

Heh, not like I was gonna leave you there! How'd you even get that thing after you . . . are they, like, programmed to go after you when you're rude?

[He can easily imagine her being rude to that thing, or anyone else, really.]