Bastion staggers out of the pile of debris where they landed, dragging one leg behind them. They repair their gun arm first, since it won't be shooting anything until they restore the broken connectors and stop the components from swinging apart every time they move.

Task complete, they look up and see a human; they recognise him as the one who startled them several weeks ago by appearing inside their blind spot via teleportation or something, and was gracious and apologetic about it even after their defensive flailing left him bruised and nearly knocked to the floor. They've lost track of who's possessed at this point; there's a trend towards the remaining current passengers taking up defensive positions and possessed ones going on the offensive but not much beyond that, and they haven't seen every takeover or blatant reversal of allegiances.

// Hello, they say to him, something in the motion of their expressionless faceplate conveying that they're looking him over suspiciously.