His eyes flick between the droid and the screen. On one hand... He really wanted to turn on the droid. [Lol. Pun. Geddit?] On the other, Max was at stake... He groans and pushes the skeleton out of the seat as he takes it, frowning and biting the skin of his thumb, something he usually did when he was thinking hard.
Okay... This is hard... I could turn on the droid and probably save the human race... But that might piss off Mamma since she's one of the infected. Who knows if this droid kills them...? But... If I take out the chip and give it to her, I'm probably going to get either very vague information, or... His eyes widen. Or I've been played for a fool and she just wants me to take the chip and kill me?
His eyes come to rest on the launch button.
However... If I turned on the droid and took it along with me... It'll be protection against being double crossed, and if I'm not getting double crossed, I can give it to her as a gift... And get the info. Hmm... That seems to be the best plan.
Nodding resolutely, he presses the launch button and hides behind the console in case the thing explodes.