Daylight, upon seeing another metal arm reach out for him, he reels back in fear. His optics flash, blanching in fear and horror at the thought of something or someone else trying to do him harm. "Please please no please- I won't do it again- Please don't-"

It takes his processes a few seconds to realise who is reaching out for him. The sight of Soldat has him freezing up, (thankfully) stopping in his desperate attempts to get the arm off him. But the arm, he realises with shock, the arm is gone. Perhaps chased away by Soldat's presence or something and honestly? At this point? Day is not going to complain.

"I can't talk," Daylight says, trying again in hopes he can be heard from the burble of noise his mess of a vocoder is making. "I can't talk I can't I can't talk- Can you hear me? Can you hear me? Hello? Hello?"