He can on one condition: he starts guessing with his hands. It can be like hands-on charades! With her tires in the middle of it all.

But good point. This thing chasing them puts Flashpoint to shame as far as Rude Factor goes. Mind your other business, mech! Not these two who are artfully trying to escape. "The only reasoning I do, is with with my fists!" Which Flashpoint is starting to think should be an option here soon. As soon as they get, you know, out of sight of witnesses.

But what the hell, is that thing really jumping after them? Apparently that's its answer to dodging Deadlock's blaster fire. Frag. Time for improvisation! Which includes tipping over this watercooler here. That should make for a slippery landing zone, right?