That has him laughing, brightly. Something musical and utterly condescending.
"Evil? S'what you think, buddy! I've seen evil. I seen evil so foul it'd make the shit you've dealt with before look like a busload of nuns." he snaps back at her.
The hum of that weapon is undeniable, though, and he bares his fangs at her again. Pauses long enough to lick across the still seeping wounds in the hawk's neck and murmur to him, soothingly, even though he knows he won't be heard, before settling him gently on the floor.
And then completely without warning, launches himself at the robotic figure, snarling viciously, fangs bared.