Thundercracker frowns faintly at the first comment – mostly at himself for apparently disturbing her. He probably shouldn't even be here. Not like she had any idea who he was. And the question confirms it. "Name's Thundercracker."
He watches her brace and then relax. He can guess what she was doing . . . and he can empathize. From what little impression he'd gotten of her from others, she'd seemed like such a strong, capable character. He was fairly sure it could be said that she still was. Just not at the moment. But then, who wouldn't be, being in the state she was now and after all she'd been through.
He wouldn't sure he could have survived such horrific treatment.
"Can I get you anything?"
The question surprised him. The offer hadn't occurred to him before he heard it issuing from his vocalizer. It didn't come from pity, though. If anything, it stemmed from respect.
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He watches her brace and then relax. He can guess what she was doing . . . and he can empathize. From what little impression he'd gotten of her from others, she'd seemed like such a strong, capable character. He was fairly sure it could be said that she still was. Just not at the moment. But then, who wouldn't be, being in the state she was now and after all she'd been through.
He wouldn't sure he could have survived such horrific treatment.
"Can I get you anything?"
The question surprised him. The offer hadn't occurred to him before he heard it issuing from his vocalizer. It didn't come from pity, though. If anything, it stemmed from respect.