Felix's eyes flicker between the big guy and the dying shield before he gives a chuckle, and a second later there's a flash of metal in his hand, flicking into view.

"Hey, it only hurts the first couple of seconds. So I hear." That jovial tone grows serious for a moment as he regards the AI sitting on the Meta's shoulder. "You don't need the Freelancer alive, right? He's just going to get underfoot."

Not to mention he's got an axe to grind with pretty much anyone who'd ever worked with the goddamn project, at this point.