Eric sighs, and dejectedly sets to setting Task up against the wall so that he's more "comfortable". The damage is catastrophic, regardless, and he knows that purchasing the required exotic materials would be... costly. Still, the machine was his ally now, so he'd have to keep the complaining down to a minimum. He runs a diagnostic scan quickly, before cauterizing the leaking wounds with his combat knife. "Y'know, I figured that you'd go snooping around our stuff, but I didn't think that you'd actually try to defend yourself when we caught you. Maybe you aren't as intelligent as they said you were, picking a fight with Alex Wilson... So, what exactly do you need right now? Fixing an Ignus isn't exactly something I learned in the Academy."