Resonation wasn't bad, per se, just... Foreign, uncomfortable. He'd spent the last ten thousand years alone, in a solitude more absolute than anyone could imagine, and had apparently forgotten what it felt like to be so close and connected to another being. That was a bond he only shared with his sister and she was Goddess-knows how far away now, her presence completely gone from his head (if not his heart.)

Qilby would never be able to regard Barricade as close as he did her, but he sure could tolerate him for the sake of a little power. And there certainly was at least a bit of that in the robot's Weapon form-- he could feel it like a coiled spring when he moved his fingers. A claw, then. It felt more machine than weapon, and fighting at close range was definitely not his strongest suit, but the Eliatrope was nothing if not adaptable.

"I'm a fast learner," he reassured his companion out loud. He was more comfortable now. Not completely sure of himself, because he had no idea what he was capable of with this Weapon, but gone were his nervous looks, replaced with a keen, calculating look. Qilby had this claw, sure, but his intelligence had always been the superior of his weapons.

"Whatever it is, it doesn't believe in the advantage of surprise." Or it didn't need it. He tensed, ready to defend from an initial attack from whatever was lurking in the dark.