Watches the robots rolling and trotting about from on top of the base.
"…I didn’t let him," he whispered meekly. "He had a gun… There was nothing I could do."
He followed Stanislav’s angrily pointing finger, cheeping softly in sadness as he looked back at him. “I’m sorry it happened…”
The other’s features softened some at hearing that soft cheep come from the little medical bot. A gun pointed at him, one that could have ended his small life. He wasn’t like the rest of the mercenaries, he couldn’t simply come out of respawn, and Gray Mann wasn’t going to go out of his way to fix up a little robot that had runaway. The Russian quietly walked over, pocketing his cigarette case before moving his hands around the robot waist.
"Don’t… Do not apologize to me." He forced out after a moment, a small sigh escaping him. "You have nothing to apologize for… But if you here forced to do… that… Vhy are you offering favor to me?"