The laugh that came from the suit was mechanically awkward but still recognizable. "Live free or be comfortable. That's what... Delaware's state motto?" Rhodey couldn't defend himself and didn't feel the need to. Luke would get paid, they'd work together, and that's all that matters. "You'll be contacted soon. I hope that skin of yours isn't actually metal." The War Machine didn't need any more responses and so he began his ascent. Rhodey would have talked, understood, went for a friend but in the suit he didn't have that luxury.