Despite her initial wariness about him, the more the ork 'spoke', if one could call it that, the less Sayaka could take him seriously as a threat. He reminded her of those cartoon ogres who would speak in one-syllable sentences. Though this one was obviously convinced he had a more coherent language going on than that with his gibberish, it certainly did not further Sayaka's belief in the existence of any intelligence coming from this primitive grunt. His empty threats of being the baddest badass 'in da place' was so ludicrous to her that she had to stifle a chuckle.

As he harmlessly fired his cannons onto the big bad ceiling with a maniacal laugh, Sayaka rolled her eyes so hard she swore they had popped out of their sockets.