"Hi! I don't think I've ever met you before. Uh.."
Armatura's severed head can't exactly do much, so she just angles her lens up.
"Can you.. uh.. fuse the bottom of my head together? I've got about 30 seconds before the rest of the Coral spills out, and then I'll die.. basically."
Her head is resting a bit crooked on the ground, cleanly cut at the base of her rectangular head. Some sort of steaming, almsot molten looking red and pink liquid is steadily gushing out..
Her annoying voice is probably more audible the longer she talks..
The molten Coral probably burns a lot as it dribbles onto his hands, but the leaks are plugged for the time being..
"You.. might wanna weld that shut though.."
"Did you just ask if I was alright."
Her lens narrows.
"Yes, totally. I'm fine."
"As for who did this... turn me to face the forest please"
"Do you remember the robot that kinda sorta looked like Q, came here to kill him, and left upon seeing everyone nearby? They kidnapped Rope when he was still.. being weird, and then I haven't seen them since?"
"Well they uh.. they snuck up behind me and.. yknow."
"I believe they're making off with my body and-.. and-.."
"Oh no.. nono no.. WHERE IS THE LITTLE GUY?"
Her lens whirls around frantically.
They begin to melt near immediately.. but they'll hold for a bit..
All he can see is a faint, dribbling trail of the same red substance leaking from Armatura's head..