Not a shred of resistance - his armor moved freely, limply under her foot, and he grimaced for show.

"And I usually like femmes. A pity." He let his venom show undisguised, cheering internally when Cliffjumper landed his blows. He knew with some training, the little mech could certainly be passable with self-defense. And after all this, he also wouldn't be surprised if the mini refused to take 'no' for an answer.

"Just the same, I think I'd rather keep my memories. Thanks."

His systems weren't completely back online, but they were good enough. The mag-locks would only be an issue if he got taken out again. Now, it was only about waiting for an opportunity. ...Like when that guard glanced away from him for too long.