"Why not?" The AI said, thought it knew what Grayson was ON about, now. "Arms too weak, meatsicle?" it said, digging up a few audio files to examine for the proper inflections of taunting. "My sensors don't show a place to inflate that suit, maybe it's padded?"
But it released the latch on a panel (above Grayson's head, imagine that) that let a emergency field supply kit land on his head. Or at least, it was hoping for head.
DeathScythe would have also accept knee, shoulder, or foot. Possible fingers.
It'd spent perhaps too much time watching slapstick comedy.
"Ooooooooooooooopps," it added, with careful insincerity least Grayson think it was actually accidental. Besides. The kit would have at least one mylar emergency blanket in it that should still be usable.