Finnick's easy acceptance of the rebuke, undeserved or not, is at least one way to keep Starscream's demeanor from turning caustic. "Hrm. Not bad speed for an organic, though."

His red gaze slides toward the spa area, realizing that he very likely wasn't going to fit inside to get what he needed.

"I require your assistance," he announced, in a manner that was very much telling rather than asking.