Starflight briefly considered whether being mauled by space mutants was better than dying of embarrassment.

"I am not going to have a heart attack," he replied indignantly, his voice cracking. Starflight was no medical expert, but he'd read enough to know dragonets were hardly susceptible to something like that. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself and sound more dignified. Even knowing his friends always gave a hard time for his 'epic hero voice'.

"We have a responsibility to help the rest of the crew, and I'm not going to have you stop looking for people because of me. If- if I'm not in danger here, then there isn't anything to worry about. And I could-" he faltered, trying to think of what he could actually do. He was going to suggest help keep a look out but if Riptide had a scanning device for that...
"I won't get in the way."