He knows. Dear Primus, he knows, he's seen mechs do it a thousand times. He's done it too. There's definitely a fear, when you come close and look death in the face. Something someone so young shouldn't have to know. Difference being is that he's had millions of years to deal with it.

A hand goes to her shoulder.

"That's good. Can't have you overheating..." He pauses, he's not good at this comforting thing, but he's going to try.

"I'm going to be right here, you know? I'm not leaving. I'm parked right outside, and I can stay awake for a long, long time." There's no way the staff could get rid of his holomatter, either.