And he'd be perfectly content to limp back to the medibay licking his wounds himself. He'd done it before in the mines. It's not like anyone cared.

But he feels that hand on his shoulder, and stops. He'd punch Sentinel if he had the strength too, or a working arm. But as of right now, he's just standing there, looking at his situation.

...

Although genuine surprise washes over his face at that sentence, as if....unbelieving it. "You. Want to help me."