[The robot pushes away from the table he was sitting at, wandering across the room to recline on one of the sleek sofas. Listening to Nier talk is calming in a way Mettaton didn't think it needed to be, like listening to somebody with the possession of stability when he didn't realize the ground under his feet was so unsteady. Maybe it's how serious he is despite his own teasing remarks, or maybe it's his self-assuredness. He does have a voice easy on the ears. But it doesn't soothe him to know he's been given such a poor hand of cards when it came to Astoria-powers — he wouldn't use his if he was begged to, so that's not an option. But there are people here who come from all walks, that much is true.

Still, Mettaton wears an easy smile while regarding the camera.]

Your words are like poetry, sweetheart! It's almost enough to convince me that we'll have no trouble... No matter what misfortune comes to be. I'm not worried about my safety. But I won't stop you from doing your... thing. [Mettaton waves a hand.] Besides. I no longer possess any combative powers... I'm completely without weapons or magic. I wouldn't turn down the offer of protection, coming from someone so resolute.

How does it "feed" on energy? Suppose whatever that message was conveying meant that it's still "in the ship." Does that mean it's already at work...?