[There's absolutely no reason he would have expected anyone coming to dump a load of scrap right in his workspace. The Exo had looked up just as the first bit had tumbled onto the counter, barely managing to grab the gun he'd been working on before it had gotten completely buried. Not so much the pieces that he'd yet to have reinstalled.]
...the hell is all this.
[He stares at the pile, picking up some random bit of... concrete? Why? He looks at Claptrap, what a weird looking frame, waiting for an explanation and receiving none.]
This isn't a dump site.
[Maybe it had gotten turned around. That's something Banshee wouldn't fault him for if such were the case. Happens to him all the time.]
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...the hell is all this.
[He stares at the pile, picking up some random bit of... concrete? Why? He looks at Claptrap, what a weird looking frame, waiting for an explanation and receiving none.]
This isn't a dump site.
[Maybe it had gotten turned around. That's something Banshee wouldn't fault him for if such were the case. Happens to him all the time.]