[ It makes a clank sound against the hood of Whirl's optical bell, and Whirl's optic narrows to a line before widening back out. He then proceeds to follow the buzzing Bit with his single optic, and he taps it again with a claw again, though this time significantly harder.]

Made of guts and organs and things that go squish when you're shot.

[ And then, leaning down so that he's in the other's face, not enough to be threatening but enough to sort of attempt at leveling the playing field. ]

....And no one. I'm just yelling till I find something someone answers to. So I guess in this case, it's you!

[And now he uses that claw to point directly at Anon.]