"Ain't no big," Punchy says with a shrug, as if completely not noticing the glare or the pain on Clara's face. He also says it as if he singlehandedly swooped in to save the day, and like Alex's literal curbstomp wasn't a factor in the least. Clearly, Punchy had a handle on it all along. "And I ain't said robots ain't peeps. That's some old-ass bigotry."

Some of the most popular heroes in his day are robots. One of his professors was a robot! Aside from the jokes about sticking magnets instead of pins on his chair, the kids treated him like any other stodgy-ass tool.

"I'll take care of this for you." He takes his jacket and uses it as a sort of towel to wipe the monster's grime from his face, then covers the dead beast's 'face' with the garment and starts to drag it out towards the doorway by its hands.

Finally, he looks at the fine lady in front of him, the one who just said 'husband' as if that would actually mean anything to a hormone-addled teenager in a death Arena (spoilers: it doesn't). He straightens up from dragging teh walker. "Nah way, shawty, you's like a ten and he's a six. He best be packing some mad shit in the toolbox to be hitting up on such a fine honey, you catch my drift?"

He tilts his pelvis forward a bit in case she didn't. He also tries to give her a smoldering grin but instead he just looks like he's waiting for an optometrist to put eyedrops in.