Comet coughed, shaking his head, and sort of stared for a moment before coming to his senses.

"The fuck is this? The fuck was that? The fuck are you!?"

Then it occurred to him that maybe he should get moving. First task? Activate his main subtank. Second? He dove over the serpent's tail, then drew his energy-knives, sliding up behind one of the humanoid units and neatly taking out its energy core before it noticed him. Smoothly, he plugged it into the subtank to recharge it (nearly to full, excellent). He grabbed Synth's shoulder and pulled him quickly behind a bit of cover, hoping that whoever this was could provide enough of a distraction to let him work.

"Hold still," he said, pulling out a pair of connector cables and hooking Synth up to the tank. Reaching over the barrier, he let off a volley of shots at the airborne attackers before ducking back behind it.

"I think somebody just saved our metaphorical bacon. I hope, anyway."