Compared to everything that's happened lately, a colorful metallic dude scurrying after the junk he's kicking around the house is the kind of reaction he's expecting. He stops to glance over at the robot and smirk, but only for a moment and then he's back to bashing in the furniture. He very pointedly chooses not to cut it out, and if there's any stopping him, the cash register's going to have to do it himself.