'Outlook on yourself'. Oh, dear. Warsman squirms uncomfortably in his seat, silently dreading what's to come- he's heard this routine countless times from Robin Mask already, and it never gets any easier to sit through. As it happens, in this case, it can only get harder. Face heating a little, he's all set to tell Hattie that as much as he appreciates the compliment, he doesn't really think there's much she can do for him when she delivers her first instruction- and his mask all but glows.

"Y-you want me to say what?" he repeats, momentarily flustered out of his usual low, polite tone. It could have been a lot worse, of course, but even so... it was really more the sort of thing that Suguru would say. Which, thinking about it, is probably why he immediately wants to disappear into his chair somehow.

But that's silly, isn't it? They're the only ones here- and it's just a little sentence or two. Breathing in, newly self-conscious at the robotic sound of it, he braces himself. "... alright. I can try." He raises a hand, points, and stiffly recites: "'I am a lean, mean, brawling machine'."

It sounds even more ridiculous in his own quiet voice- Hattie might have been able to sell it on enthusiasm, but he's certainly can't- but it's better than the other line.