Hawke frowned at Cortez then looked at the Elite. She felt pretty bad for the guy...thing...Elite...whatever. And his legs did look pretty messed up. 

"Uh, you know what? He can't go for a ride, Cortez. Look at 'im. He's gotta be hungry, maybe you can go grab some food for him?" she gave a weak chuckle then looked at the Elite. 

"For the love of whatever gods you believe in, pretend to be hungrier than a starving cat." she whispered to him hurriedly. "It might buy some time." she lifted him carefully with a grunt. "Wrll! Aren't you a big guy eh?? Let's get you fixed up while Cortez gets you some food and readies the Warthog!" she makes a mental note to blow up the warthog later.