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WHO: SG!Soundwave and Kagerou
WHERE: The medbay
WHEN A while after this.
WHAT: Soundwave drops in to say hello. Social ineptitude ensues.
WARNINGS: None as of now.

It does feel safer here, sitting in the little room he'd been placed in. He'd prefer to be somewhere he could see the sky. Or up high, out of the way, watching everything below. But if he had to be anywhere, recovering, being in the hands of a robotic engineer seemed like the best option. He didn't want to go back to the others, anyway. Not now.

So, really, all there was to do was spy on the messages appearing on the network. Or whatever it was. That, and study the hookups keeping him online. A generator. They really weren't joking when they said there wasn't any fuel to be had. So, it was this or nothing. And, honestly, it was better to dwell on this than it was to think on what had happened.

On... someone rifling through his memory. Seeing everything. Potentially taking things...

He curls up a little, without realizing it, drawing his knees to his chest and folding his wings around himself. A distraction, he decides, would be very welcome.

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A light pat goes to Kagerou's shoulder and the taller mech nods once in regards to his friend. "Wasn't even a thing," Soundwave assures. "I'm glad I could help, dude."

On a physical level now, Soundwave lets go of him. "One last thing I wanna check with you. I wanna see if Prism did something else. It ain't so much a scan as me ... listening real close to your internals. You okay with me checking on that, too? Not a medical scan, it's, um. Me increasing my auditory input, so I can listen real close."

Prism implant a tracking chip onto his own ember casing. Soundwave is hoping nothing like that happened to Kagerou, but it's why he's going to check for that familiar signal.

He steps back, then, to sit on the edge of where he was originally curled. It feels safer, like that. "It was more than a thing," he says, quietly. He grips the edge of the table. Thing.

At the description, he tilts his head. "The medic... I thought he looked when he found me." Then again, there hadn't really been anything obviously wrong with him physically. Just strained joints and the appallingly low fuel levels. Maybe there hadn't been a need to look closely.

He draws his arms around himself, unconsciously.

"All right."

"Helpin' my friends isn't a tough thing for me," Soundwave clarifies instead. "That's what I meant."

There's a faint shrug. "Ratchet? Yeah, I don't doubt he checked. But I just wanna be sure."

A pause now, while Soundwave increases the auditory input as promised. Increasing the sensitivity of his sound, but blocking the electrical signals from Kagerou's processor so he doesn't get mixed up or read anything he shouldn't.

No. He's just checking to make sure Prism did not put a chip into his friend as well.

"All right."

He stays curled. Apprehensive. What's he going to do if there is something? There aren't any engineers familiar with his frame here. What does he do? He hadn't even considered this was a possibility.

Staying calm this time, is understandably more difficult.

And, this time, there are less than favorable results. Soundwave, it seems, isn't the only one who found himself with a new addition. Though, Soundwave's probably doesn't have the added feature of Kagerou's -- even if said addition is probably not "visible" right now.