Spinister is going find something throw at Brainstorm just as soon as he can get his limbs coordinated enough for it. He just- he just needed a few seconds.

"What-" he croaks, sliding to the floor, onto his knees, his vents frantically cycling cool air into his systems. "What'd you do?"

The heat lances down his spinal strut and tightens in a hard coil behind his interface panel, drawing a breathy gasp from the heli.