[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]Bridge [Closed]
Jan 20, 2023 16:20:26 GMT -5
Post by Knock Out on Jan 20, 2023 16:20:26 GMT -5
While the cherry-red mech’s attention was mostly on the femme in front of him, he couldn’t help but watch Carbine from the corner of his optics as an attempt was made in easing himself up into a stand. The cough sounded a little concerning - from here, at least - however not to the point it drew his gaze in that direction.
He didn’t particularly care what damage the other mech had done to himself in the fall, however given his own profession, he did wonder if there was anything he could do to help - if only to score some points with the other faction. At the end of the day, they were both prisoners, and he was certain their captors likely did not give a slag about either one of them. The other mech had damaged himself due to his own stupidity, meaning there would probably be little sympathy.
Though, should Carbine have hurt himself to the point he’d significantly damaged something, surely they would want him to remain somewhat functional - which of course would require the attention of a medic.
Then again, the Autobots probably had a medic of their own. Ratchet was well known, and should Carbine’s injuries warrant it, that was probably who would be dealing with things.
Ah well, there was no point in dwelling - and he’d watch as the femme’s gaze seemed to linger on his arms, notably the flame decals. Should she have brought them up, he would’ve argued that under this horrific artificial lighting they no doubt looked particularly gaudy, and the multiple scratches to his frame were certainly doing them no favors. However, there were no words spoken, and he could only assume that she was impressed.
Or at the very least, knew better than to start an argument.
The indifference of the ‘Mm’ from Sunstreaker was not lost on him, though, and he’d quietly suck in air between his denta before venting out a gentle sigh at her question, turning his helm to look at the cell itself.
“Well, as far as prisons go it’s adequate I suppose. Can’t say I’m an expert on such things, however.” turning back to look at her, he’d shrug.
He was sure having a cute little table and chair wasn’t exactly standard protocol - either one of them could be used as weapons against anyone foolish enough to open the door.
“I’d love access to a buffer, though. You think you can put in a good word with Optimus or something for me, since I am being on my best behavior?”
He didn’t particularly care what damage the other mech had done to himself in the fall, however given his own profession, he did wonder if there was anything he could do to help - if only to score some points with the other faction. At the end of the day, they were both prisoners, and he was certain their captors likely did not give a slag about either one of them. The other mech had damaged himself due to his own stupidity, meaning there would probably be little sympathy.
Though, should Carbine have hurt himself to the point he’d significantly damaged something, surely they would want him to remain somewhat functional - which of course would require the attention of a medic.
Then again, the Autobots probably had a medic of their own. Ratchet was well known, and should Carbine’s injuries warrant it, that was probably who would be dealing with things.
Ah well, there was no point in dwelling - and he’d watch as the femme’s gaze seemed to linger on his arms, notably the flame decals. Should she have brought them up, he would’ve argued that under this horrific artificial lighting they no doubt looked particularly gaudy, and the multiple scratches to his frame were certainly doing them no favors. However, there were no words spoken, and he could only assume that she was impressed.
Or at the very least, knew better than to start an argument.
The indifference of the ‘Mm’ from Sunstreaker was not lost on him, though, and he’d quietly suck in air between his denta before venting out a gentle sigh at her question, turning his helm to look at the cell itself.
“Well, as far as prisons go it’s adequate I suppose. Can’t say I’m an expert on such things, however.” turning back to look at her, he’d shrug.
He was sure having a cute little table and chair wasn’t exactly standard protocol - either one of them could be used as weapons against anyone foolish enough to open the door.
“I’d love access to a buffer, though. You think you can put in a good word with Optimus or something for me, since I am being on my best behavior?”