[Since this is voice and Knock Out is also distracted by his own self pity he doesn't really notice.]

Don't sass me, pretty eyes. I'm not in the mood.

[Knock Out would be pretty pissed of if any of those things were there. A + for handling crazy mechs, Deckard.]

If it gets to the point I need to call for assistance that means I'm going to end with another hole in my chest. I appreciate what you are trying to do but I'll take care of the problem myself.