He watches the armored human enter the medical bay with enviable silence, and he cannot help but smile. The anonymous donor had spoken of wearing a mask to inspire fear, and here he was. He allows himself a low chuckle, a small indulgence for all the hunger he has endured until now. "I did not think that such a mask was meant to be literal," he says, grinning wolfishly.

"But this armor presents a problem," he says, his expression sobering. He points to the human's breastplate with his off hand, inspecting the material as he does. Whatever material the armor was crafted from, it was far too thick for his barbs to sink through. "If you wish to make good upon your offer, you will have to remove it."