"Sorry. I don't know how strong you made these guns!" he yelled apologetically. His guns were steaming, cooling off after the blast. He watched as Pepper crawled out. "She's fine, see?" He then turned his attention to the Zinogre on his back. They were shaken and scared. He cooed to them, humming a soothing song with his surprisingly sweet voice. It sounded nice, but was, nonetheless, meant to be sung deep underwater.