Upon seeing the grenade drop amongst the surrendering foes Salamir was in motion, he ran toward the machine, coming up so that it was positioned between him and Xilo, repairing Sparky's legs as he went. Then he dropped to a knee looking at the machines lumbering chassis from up close, after a moment to examine it he turned to the theoretical prize here. The labcoat who'd set this thing in motion to begin with.

"Look buddy, I took shots from your little friend there and I'm still walking. How much you wanna bet you can do the same to my buddy?"

With that, he released Sparky again, who scrambled over the rubble to line it's flame emitter up with he labcoat's centre of mass, should the guy start doing anything funny.

Spoiler: Rolls
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Intimidation: (1d20+5)[23]
Perception: (1d20+1)[7]