[He walks over, his footfalls heavier than usual. He idly picks one up, taking note of the robotic precision of each nail, creating a rather dangerous potential tool.]

... like a trap? [he presses a thumb against one of the nail points]

I suppose, depending on where you put them... at very least they'll keep people out. [His eyes get a bit darker, recalling, trying to apply logic and reason to the forms he saw. The ones that scampered around on all fours could probably get past it but there were the ones that stood on two legs, so maybe,]

[He manages about a minute of thinking before his shoulders seize slightly. He presses a bit harder, snapping out of it with the brief pain.]

I've got some time. How many are you planning to make? [Resuming some sort of physical activity sounds great right now. That sounds like the best plan.]