Soko Neko
Target fixation hid mostly everything from Minnie as she kept a dead sprint towards the tank. If she had tread on a mine or even run past someone she was oblivious. Her HUD spammed her with inconsequential data to the point of blinding her to anything else as known statistical data ran infront of her eyes on the last known status of the crew while she passed through the tanks obscuring IR and lock breaking smokescreen. There was little concern about being improperly PID'd by the tankies at large because the thought simply never crossed her mind. By the time she reached the tank itself within its own protective bubble of countermeasures and into its shadow to cover, She finally let out a breath she hadnt known she was holding.
"Friendlies!" she shouted, Sounding a lot weaker than she intended as she banged once and then twice and then a third for good measure to alert her presence. The last thing she needed was one of the crew; Likely Ella, Panicking and blind firing her, Golem armor or not.
With some effort only just realising how exhausted she was she scaled the flank of the tank, Taking stock of Larson and then Ella peaking from their hatches.
"Out!" She gestured to the two, Fearful of the tank cooking off before scaling the outer turret and looming over the tanks commander hatch, Its engine kill safety features having blown open the hatch like most tanks to get the crew out before it turned into a fiery mess.
Minnie blanched. The interior, Dark as it was and only lit by its small compliment of interior static lights was a painted mess. Even if a rational part of her mind told her a lot of blood didnt always mean fatal, She still paused at the critical moment until some movement caught her eye and snapped her back to reality. She half dove in to help Fitz pull her CO out of the hatch, Her own cybernetic arm doing the brunt of the lifting while her armored flesh and bone counterpart offered leverage and kept a reassuring hand on a still unloaded rifle. She could even fireman carry Fang for a dozen or so meters in training, The lieutenant wasn't too far off from that mark.
once out, It was time for the least fun and most hated part of a mechanize units medic trying to evac wounded crew from a possibly lethal wreck...
She appraised the lieutenant with a quick pat down and as soon as, In her medical opinion she thought he'd live from the upcomming experience, Embraced him as tightly as she could, Small arms and legs trying to cover as much of her superior as possible and simply rolled him off the tank with her, Using her body and the heavier golem armor to break the fall while the more mobile crew members scittered out on their own.