It takes him a moment to consider if he is going to have any trouble with keeping in check. He slowly shakes his head. Again he writes with his metal claws. 'No troubles so far. Feels a bit like...well, seeing through different eyes and senses while still having my own thoughts. I'm not sure how to describe it.'

Thought-speak would be very useful right now. He sighs, letting his ears go a little slack. Once he's sure Marco read the message he wipes it out and writes a new one. ' I'm a pilot of an alien ship called a Voltron Lion. They look like lions just....they used to be a lot bigger. And my right arm is stronger than my left. It's meant to be a weapon. Hence, 'slightly' enhanced.'