The medic doesn't so much SAY something as he kind of just pops into the space between two horrifically powerful mechs like he wasn't just a genericon helicopter.

"Hooooowwwww about we don't do this thing," Spin says, planting one hand on Tarn's chest and the other on Sentinel's shoulder, trying to keep them apart. "How about we don't? I think thing we're about to do is not something we should do. It's a bad idea."

He pauses, looking between them and trying not to let his rotors spin up in anxiety.

"... You should let go of him, Tarn," he stage whispers loudly to his companion, trying to work the purple mech's fingers loose.