"Uh-huh." They still don't sound particularly convinced, but they also sound like they're not going to argue about it, since he's moving around without any real signs of pain, and all. They don't quite know him well enough to prod and pry enough to find out how much pain he's successfully hiding.

Instead, they shake their heads. "The helpmates weren't programmed for battle at all. No tactics. Just durable and unpredictable. They got nothing on the spirits back in Beacon."