If Miyano had not shot so fast, than Screamer would have demolished the robot. "I'm sorry, I can't understand what you're saying so I can't help you. He then turned to Finch, after realizing that he had just pointed out that he knew what the droid was saying. "Obviously this thing is pathetic, the arm came right off." Using tatical progression, Screamer sneaked up, grabbed the machine by the ankle and dragged it back to the group, then put the barrel of his rifle on its head. "How can we help you, sir?"
Screamer said, "Um, maybe because this might be a terminator and he killed everyone inside. I'm taking precautions. Lower your weapon. I don't like when guns are being pointed at me, makes me want to pull my trigger, y'know?" The man looked at Korr and, seeing that the man obviously had more knowledge than them about this world, pointed his gun away from the droid. "See? Happy?" It really wasn't a threat, but that did not mean that it could not have been, as well. He was just being cautious. "And I'll be damned if I don't go inside. You've never fought terminators to the degree we have. So, you would be in over your head without us."
Screamer rubbed the back of his head. Sofi was right, he was kind of a jerk, but blame it on the terminators. "Sorry Sofi," He grunted as he pulled the droid up and onto his shoulders. "Okay, so who can fix this thing?"
He had tried to warn them and now their were lasers and bullets flying. Screamer grabbed Sofia and pulled out of the line of fire, before firing a horizontal path that would cut the droid's arm off. Then he aimed his rifle to the droid's head, to blow its head off. Damn, he hated terminators.