Matias let out a yelp as gravity pulled his hurt arm down, feeding the fire. He couldn't even open his eyes from the sheer amount of pain he was in.

"Just take me to her already!" he cried behind grit teeth, "God! It fucking burns!"

The bug seemed to be handling its own pain just fine; what it struggled with, however, was freeing its arms from the shadowy binds. Attempting to squirm only seemed to make them tighter. The huff that followed could have been easily mistaken for a growl. As a makeshift, it struggled to move its right hand under the binds, enough that whatever technology it was using to speak had something to work with.

"A-S-L," the bug's helmet droned, "I A-M M-U-T-E. A-S-L."