"I'm gonna get you out of this. Okay?" Hand still on that ragged jawline, all that armor plated bone. It's not him. It is and isn't him and it's a mess and a problem but he'll. He'll fix it. Fix this. He can as long as he takes a half step back and doesn't let himself be prey. He doesn't run to the machine- can't break whatever lull he's managed to swing for them here and now. But he does step back slow, turning away to walk back to the alcove where the damaged machine hid. How long till one or the other finds him, well.

He doesn't know.

"Just- wait here, alright? I'll fix this."