The suit of armor reaches up and cranks its helmet all the way around, the act being accompanied by a very loud ratcheting sound. Then he takes a look at the room, ignoring the fact that he happens to be standing in blood and gore several inches deep.
"And where does King Grommet* find ones self on this delightfully sticky day? It is day right? King Grommet* does not like the giant types because they think they can just step..." The armor vanishes in a puff of smoke to appear back on the over by the door an instant later.
"...all over King Grommet*, but that doesn't work because King Grommet* is very good at stomping back even harder than..." the armor is right back in the thick of the mountainous gore of dead giants.
"...they can. King Grommet* was in the bendy-melty plane, but then saw the shiny shiny green leaves and sunshine through a portal and couldn't help but go see if it was nice and warm there."
This time the construct just walks back over through the door, to the bag near the giant corpse, its armored feet returning to their normal color and texture after the first step. After rummaging through it for a bit he gently pulls a long combat chain from the crude bag, hung with broken bits of gears and cogs. He coils it up and hangs it from a hook at his waste and a pair of steam-plumes issue from the rear shoulder areas, that could be construed as a sigh of relief.
It points to the softly ticking tower shield hovering happily next to him enthusiastically.
"Yes yes I was getting to you! (It seems to be addressing the shield directly) Of course you will excuse King Grommet* for a lack of manners. This is King Grommet's* best friend Widget." After a long moment of the strange being looking at the group, it seems that it is waiting expectantly for them to greet or address the otherwise un-animated animated shield. King Grommet leans over to his shield and whispers very loudly.
"I don't think they like you. Oh you might be right."
It walks/squishes over to the nearest person holding out its heavy gauntlet in greeting. "King Grommet*, very strange to meet you." Unfortunately the closest person to the unflappable suit of armor is the stunned gith.
OOC - *A little set of arms flip up out of the collar of the armored suit raising a broken sprocketed-wheel over its goggled, full helmet like a crown and plays a 4-note royal tune with some unseen tin horn within the wheels and gears of the armor before it folds itself back away whenever King Grommet says his name.