At least that proves his nagging little doubts wrong. Something was off about the scrawny bomb. And... and it sounds ugly.

His hands stay put, that same vaguely, attempted placating gesture. He doesn't move. This one really doesn't seem anything like afraid, but, since he's finally getting answers, the last thing he wants to do is have this guy run off.

"Yeah, I sorta noticed..." He mumbles that much. And then scowls. Heavily. "There is? Who...?"

Once again, the lack of four million years worth of memories gets all kinds of in the way. He shakes his head.

"Magnus said --" And he's all too aware of how weak an excuse that sounds like. "No one's supposed to be messin' around with each other. We -- Bots wouldn't do that!"

... at least he hopes.