"Oh, that? I know that already. We're grineer." One of the manics huffed approvingly. "You're not gonna sit still for the whole history lesson, so I'll keep it simple: Nobody likes us, we don't care." He gestured expansively, flashing a grin that lasted only a second before settling into a haughty mask of disdain.

"I'm not on their side. I'm not on your side. I'm not gonna change that. So! You'd better have something good, or we're leaving."

"Nowuk duugs oss, gri ronkkarey," the second manic mumbled, finally stopping its pacing of the room to hunch just behind Tyl's chair.

"Yes indeed," Tyl reached back to give it a pat on the head. "We're all in agreement here."