Shiro's eyes widened a little in surprised amusement at all that chiding, and his lips thinned as he suppressed his first instinct. This wasn't a cadet, wasn't someone who fell into the chain of command. But it rubbed familiar all the same.

Mouthy.

"You do look like you could eat more..."

He said it helpfully, and a little too cheerfully to sound pedantic, all while setting his hands on the blade of the sword -- letting Dave keep prying at the handle. And then he added his weight to the sum, the servos in his false arm whirring with the effort. Like a bull throwing himself into the yoke, it was a singleminded effort.

The metal began to groan, the door to buckle.

"C'mon!" he hissed through grit teeth. "Little more!"