Jonathan's response to August was as sarcastic as it was offensive. "Oh yes, I fucking [i]love[/i] charging long-range mecha because of my crippling self doubt makes me want to get shot on the spot, and it [i]obviously[/i] doesn't have a single thing to do with how shitty it is to attempt to pick up actual speaker noise at this range." He muted his microphone, with a mutter of 'stupid asshole' as he brought the Reichsritter to a rumbling halt inside speaker range of the Kirito . After a moment or two of fiddling around with the massive console, he wired the sound detecting sensors directly to the mike so that his new friend August could hear as well. With everything in place, the metal monolith glared almost angrily at the sniper, its baleful yellow eyelight seeming to emulate the stress of its owner. The speakers crackled to life. "If I was trying to kill you, you stupid fuck, I'd... do much the same but I wouldn't stop here to chat and shit, yeah? Don't be a stupid asshole and repeat whatever the fuck you're gonna say in a range that makes sense so people can hear you."