Beneath the helmet the young man arches an eyebrow, and there's a warning crackle of electricity around him.
"But it is. I've come to help you. And should you get yourself locked up again before I can do so it would be especially irritating." His protective bubble flared up, growing brighter, and then finally faded away, so he could offer his hand. "You don't have to accept my help, but wouldn't you prefer to save your strength? Attack them when you are at your full power?"