"I have none, and I couldnt stop you from shooting me. Buuuuut..." There was a momentary pause as he took a breath and thought out the next part of his answer. After all, every word could mean the difference between life and death. There was so much at risk, especially considering that his social skills were his only leverage. "But...thats my risk to take. I should have died today anyways."

He lets his head hang for a few moments, letting his blood strewn hair cover his upper face, and more blood drip from his nose and mouth. He was sweating at the very least, and clearly struggled to maintain a level tone. "Since I should have died, any risk I take are more worth it. And I am choosing to do the humane thing, and help you recover." A second reason comes to mind suddenly, an he lets it pour from his bloodied lips. "Besides, if those guys come back, we both need to be in our best shape. "

Then he pulls his head up, now satisfied with his answer, and looks back up at you. He looks into his reflection in your helmet, but seemingly his gaze passes through it, to your own eyes.