Nisha lowered his head, nosing and sniffing at the metallic hand offered to him - he barks, the noise muffled by what's in his mouth, though it quickly drops to the ground. He seems far more interested in Genji than making off like a bandit with his owner's tools.

There's clearly a human under there, after all - under the plastic and metal, but that wasn't quite right, either. It smelled like his owner's chair. He lightly chewed at the hand offered, not trying to actually inflict hurt with a bite, but trying to figure out what was "wrong" with the texture, or if this was a strange golem from a far-off land. Was it plastic all the way down? Metal? Was this a gauntlet of some kind? He tugged lightly as if trying to take off the glove.