Pratt blinks as the robots drag someone past him, obviously heading for the spa. They hadn't been so aggressive with him or anyone else he'd seen, but then again he also showered daily. Maybe they'd found someone who needed a good dunk. But the way they're struggling and trying to escape is unsettling to him. He doesn't want to see anyone suffer, there's been too much of that already.

"Hey. Hey! Put him down."

He grabs one of the robots and yanks him away harshly, a lot stronger than his emaciated form would indicate. The words floating over his head get a weird look but honestly, with all the other stuff he's seen, it's not even in the top ten for strange things here.

"Come on, get off him."