Metal had hardly argued against this course of action, knowing full well that when his creator had set his mind on something there was no chance of diverting him. It would be as fruitless an endeavor as it would be frustrating.

He nods his head as if conceding the point all while quietly taking another scan of the water, recording the temperature. He considers his master's mass, does a few calculations and in microseconds has begun running a timer of his own. One he considers far more accurate than the timeframe provided by these humans with their less-than-optimal brains.

For the time being he remains on standby. Prepared to intervene when the time is right.