"Shit!" Yunlan yelps; he'd had his shoulder on the door, feet digging into the floor paneling as he shoved it open inch by torturous inch, and one of those plasma blasts zips by close enough to singe the ends of his hair. He dives towards Saya, trying to knock her out of the way of the plasma fire.

(Or to make sure, if nothing else, that he's between her and the weapon. She's only just recovered.)

"We're friends!" he shouts, mid-dive, at the robot -- who knows if it'll listen? But if it's like the others, it might be willing to talk. "Don't shoot!"