He knew fear when he looked at it; these people were being hunted down by something they seemed unable to comprehend, and the only clear villain in this story seemed to be, well... Starfleet.
He raised his hands in surrender, internally groaning at the building escalation, feeling his own anger bubbling up. He Did Not Want That.
"Do not, unless it is absolutely necessary," he gritted out, currently not really caring that he was a mere Lieutenant. " Let me talk to them, first. Because currently, these two medics and their tools are the best chance your friend has got, and there is also clearly something happening with the company, and until we get the full picture together, that thing will continue ripping people apart, even if we fuck off back to our base! Besides! If we get hurt, or killed, or missing, you will only attract more of Starfleet! Is this really the route you want to go with? Because if so, the floor is yours."