He'd worn armor close to it, in the past. Not precisely the same no, but his focus was less on the armor at the moment, and more on just trying to put together what he should make of this armored giant. A Roegadyn, maybe? He didn't see a tail, he couldn't be a Hrothgar, too thickly built for an Au Ra...

Squirt damn well knew a healing potion when he saw one though, and was quick to grab it, mumbling out another thanks before going to swallow down the contents as quick as he could drink it. Hopefully it'd be enough to get him on his feet and running. ... Especially considering what the fuck just happened next.

He dropped the vial just in time to clamp his hands over his ears as that gun primed up, bracing as the BFG discharged. The sheer force of the blast was enough to shake him near back down to his knees, propped up once again by his sword. No need to ask questions about what to do now, that much was obvious by the shaking of the now dying structure. Time to go.

"Right then! Up an' out, aye?" Even though his blade felt like it was made of lead as he clasped it back onto his hip, even though his shield seemed like it might break his back as he sit it into it's fastenings again.