[Mrrrrrh.

Sigrun rubs her temples, waving her hand after a moment with a sigh.]

Alright, alright, you're not a bomb or whatever for nothing. [Mutinous tinman. Not that Sigrun's got a control on anything anyway, but getting riled up isn't helping.] I won't dismantle you, I won't laugh on your tin grave or whatever, but give it a rest. Pushing my buttons isn't going to help you any. Probably.