[Yeah, no. Engie's brain runs equation a mile a minute. Of course he knows. Worst-case senarios aren't going to help them, though. This thing had to get dead.]

Had one in my back enough times. I know where it goes.

[Granted, robot backs are significantly harder than human backs. But Engie's studied them before. He knows where to stab.

Engie wraps his makeshift bandage around his arm before taking the knife with the same side. Arm won't help much, but they don't have a choice. He slaps Spy's shoulder with his free hand.]

Hey. Between your leg and my arm, we're about one person. Let's do it.