Does this one even understand Basic, Aftermath wonders. He might not even be lucid enough to understand anything to begin with and attempts at communicating were just futile.

He runs the mediscanner again, but there was only so much he could figure out with the alien layout of the mech's internals. There wasn't anymore crack of electricity under his fingers anymore at least; the grounding rod was doing its job.

Turning to the city, Aftermath quietly debates going off to find some proper help.