"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Vandal mumbles weakly, her one good eye opening just a slit. She's not asleep, not by far.
This one looks like Starscream. And oh how she misses that dick. He was a dick but he cared about her. And... well. Actually not really a dick to her. Not when it mattered most anyways.
"Who're you?" She'd been briefed. Given the names of those who rushed to her rescue. She'd been surprised by how many, actually. It made the fact that she wished they'd have given her a merciful death kind of bitter, actually.
Unfortunately though, she can't really form coherent enough thought to match names to faces quite yet, and the way he's peering down at her of course gets her usual reaction: try to look tough. She's not really got her heart in it though.
Everybody knows how not tough she is now. How vulnerable and weak and pathetic. She wilts in the bed a bit, peering up at him.
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This one looks like Starscream. And oh how she misses that dick. He was a dick but he cared about her. And... well. Actually not really a dick to her. Not when it mattered most anyways.
"Who're you?" She'd been briefed. Given the names of those who rushed to her rescue. She'd been surprised by how many, actually. It made the fact that she wished they'd have given her a merciful death kind of bitter, actually.
Unfortunately though, she can't really form coherent enough thought to match names to faces quite yet, and the way he's peering down at her of course gets her usual reaction: try to look tough. She's not really got her heart in it though.
Everybody knows how not tough she is now. How vulnerable and weak and pathetic. She wilts in the bed a bit, peering up at him.