Maybe it's a little silly of her, but being around these guys makes her feel a little robotic at times. Forget to eat. Forget to sleep. Forget you need things like comfort and assurance. Which is silly because all of them do anyways. Just in different ways.

Right she should probably let go before she makes this any weirder. She remembers First Aid hugging her. He was smaller, and he was just that type of person. Drift didn't seem like he was used to it. (Not that she is either). Reluctantly she steps back.

"You mean a lot to me," She says, scrubbing a hand through her hair, not wanting to look him in the eyes- optics. Whatever.

"Lay down now."

And she puts her helmet on. Not because it will protect her any. Because he asked.