"Wait, hold on, no. Wait."

Gaeta holds up a hand, trying to forestall.

"I'm fine. Really. All I did was bump my knee. I, ah -- I appreciate it, but you don't have to do anything."

Especially since he has no idea what Baymax might do. It's hard to be truly concerned by something that looks like an oversized balloon, and it seems to operate more like a specialized kiosk than an independent thinking machine, but...come on.