[Funny weather they're having. ...Inside. He's busy frowning up at the vents for a second or so while the wind dies and Futaba has her little panic. But only for a second or so. And it doesn't take much to catch on to the drastic about-face in her attitude, the way she looks up at the Transistor like it might bite her. He waits her out patiently while she stutters out her "no." The Slime isn't in much of a rush to get the jump on them, so he swings the Transistor down to set it on the doorframe instead of bracing it against his shoulder. And, mildly—]

...Yeah, me neither. Don't think we've been properly introduced.

[As if this is a thing that you'd do with a Slime. It doesn't remind him of much, so he casts about for possibilities. Lets see...]

Looks kind of like a Pest to me. [More of a Pest than a Jerk, anyway. She probably doesn't get his drift, but, leading—] What d'you say?

[Thoughts?]