Bullets. So many bullets. Maxi had seen enough bloody bullets to last him a lifetime, that was for sure. He expected the job to include lots of them, but he really didn’t want to deal with the receiving end of them. He was the medic, not the… bullet man. He was luckily still on the ground when Grayson blew the brains out of Amys father, and he ducked down on first instinct. He heard Grayson say something about protecting Amy- hah, no. She would probably do better on her own, or, judging the probable gap in skills, SHE could protect HIM even without armor. Either way, the expected barrage fired, but then focused on a target that was not him and then stopped. 

He poked his head back up to see that the alien that didn’t know how technology worked had completely decimated the enemy forces. Nice. His panicked mental sensors were going down- their rough unsafe patch was dulling down to normal for the time being. His chance of death (really needed an acronym for that) was dropping to a normal level of low, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found himself safe. He tossed a look to Amy before getting back to his feet. Not the best with comfort words, he wasn’t sure what to say. It all happened so fast, and he was kind of on ‘don’t get killed’ mode the whole time. “Yeah, uh, let's keep moving.” He hugged his broken bot to his chest again and patted his holsters to make sure none of his weapons were lost in the scuffle. Both were there and intact. Perfect.