[Nina is greeted with a man clad in armor, face more obscured than not by the helmet he wears, but what can be seen of his features leaves the impression he's less than pleased.]

Had I scant an idea how to cease this machine's annoying display of utter idiocy, I would offer such, but alas. I, too, am suffering from its infernal "advice".

'Tis why I trust not their like.

[Honestly, even being able to answer her at all was more luck than intentional, but he got it to work and that's all that matters here!]