[Ferran squints, looking between Otto and the claw he's conversing with. It's equally likely that this guy is putting on a show or that he is actually speaking to some mechanical arms that have a mind of their own—and he doesn't know which is worse. Either way, the newcomer apparently has no intentions of owning up to what he's doing, which is exasperating.]

... It's almost like people have different personalities and none of us actually chose to come here. [... probably. Anyway.] You're not the only destructive type to show up, either.