Once it became clear that the blond "cowboy" would be steering his poor robot steed back his way, Noiz readied his feet so that he could move quickly and avoid a collision. Not for a second did he doubt the man would go for a person. Someone willing and able to do that to a robot here was someone to be wary of. It didn't matter that Noiz couldn't feel pain. Should violence come his way, he ought to be ready for it.

His bandaged hands pat at his pants pockets, fingers easily locating the tops so he could slide fingers in and go for his rough knuckles. You know, just in case. Now that his sense of touch everywhere else had been restored to the same level that he could feel with his tongue it's taken some getting used to the lack of dullness and smoothness everywhere. By the time Gunji was anywhere near close to Noiz again the pierced blond now has silver-toned metal covering his hands, held up in loosely balled fists. He's ready to move out of the way again if need be.

"It means you need to fuck the robot."