[This guy that Emperor's talking to looks like a human-sized mecha. He was busy firing some rather tiny snubnozed revolvers at one of the crabmen menacing this side of the street.]
[He glances back to look at the floating blue ball of flame.]
Beg your pardon?
[He sounds Texan, but his voice has a mechanical echo to it.]
Action B (Hope you don't mind a backtag!)
[He glances back to look at the floating blue ball of flame.]
Beg your pardon?
[He sounds Texan, but his voice has a mechanical echo to it.]