[Perhaps fortunately for Bandit's state of mind, he's generally unaware just how unnatural he seems to other people and animals. He thinks that being put into a giant robotic suit and being turned into a weapon is just a natural thing that sometimes happens to dogs, no worse than how some dogs are groomed and made into show dogs.]
Rod-ney. O.K.
[Bandit takes a step hesitantly forward or two. His nose quivers as he takes in the scents on Rodney's hands. He smells like computers, a curious scent of chips, dust, and other parts that people have never had the capability to pick up on. There's also the usual human sweat and the scent of whatever soaps he's been using lately. He doesn't smell like the lab. Maybe he's good? Bandit licks his hand in a tentative fashion.]
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Rod-ney. O.K.
[Bandit takes a step hesitantly forward or two. His nose quivers as he takes in the scents on Rodney's hands. He smells like computers, a curious scent of chips, dust, and other parts that people have never had the capability to pick up on. There's also the usual human sweat and the scent of whatever soaps he's been using lately. He doesn't smell like the lab. Maybe he's good? Bandit licks his hand in a tentative fashion.]