"Now is not an opportune time." The Terminator replies as it tries to force the tentacles back with its makeshift weapon. Stabbing at one, it quickly glances back towards Ken, and lets its optics take in whatever information they can.

"It would be difficult to perform under any circumstances based on your current body type and muscle mass." It carries on, turning back to the matter at hand.

All this carried on in the same flat tone like it's not busy fighting for its life and the lives of everyone else on Flotsom. Though this attack does prompt a query of its own.

"Are wildlife attacks of this nature commonplace?"