Cogs' crystal once more hummed a status report. Audible this time, it said<span style="color: #4040FF">"Threat level decreased. Weapon systems re-entering standby mode."</span>It voice was feminine - seductive, even - and it shone a shade of pink when active. Cogs' backpack hissed as its internal flasks connected with his arnaments. With the safety of his weapons and the disarming statement by the woman, Cogs collected himself.<br/>And again, his intense venustraphobia took presedence over his mild gynophobia.<br/>"N-no, n-n-never, I-I, ah... I-I could leave if you p-prefer..." His face turned an even deeper shade of red. He took a few stumbling steps backward. With a nervous laugh, he tried to explain himself. "IsawthisplaceonamapandIjustfigureditmightbeagoodplacetotakearestIdidn'tmeantodisturbyouor... anything..." His gaze inevitably fell on the woman's semi-exposed breasts, and lingered just long enough to make his return to the woman's eyes agonizingly awkward. Just after his silence was beginning to get awkward, his crystal gave another report.<span style="color: #4040FF">"Surface dermal temperature and heart rate rising. Threat level increa -"</span>"Override! Standby mode."<span style="color: #4040FF">"Override confirmed. Aborting autonomous action."</span>After a few moments of dreadful silence, Cogs managed a few over-gestured words. "I, uh, this thing... About to attack you, didn't want that to happen, hehe..." He swallowed hard, heart pounding like a race horce's.