First Aid gives Rampage a rather deadpan look at his response then sighs softly. What's with murder machines being horrible at taking care of themselves? And when did he volunteer as their babysitter? Oh well.

"You've probably got weeks of sludge and grit in your plates. You could get parasites. Come out of there." He reaches for the claw again, trying to tug the crab out of his hiding spot.

"Don't even think of giving me that slag about immortality or whatever. You can't heal dirt out of place."