[If her confusion had gone on any longer, Ironhide would have been tempted to jerk a thumb toward the massive scarring over his right optic. That, at least, tended to travel back and forth between forms well enough.]
[Fortunately, his estimate of her intelligence was right. She catches on quick enough... and he just waits, watching with a neutral expression. Hopefully it doesn't look too much like a scowl, but with his face? Who knows.]
Yeah. Me.
[He tilts his head at her when she rolls over. Was... that a normal reaction? Or was she having some sort of muscle spasm? All Spark, how was he supposed to know? Where was Ratchet when you needed his unnecessary explanations?]
[Then she's berating him. Good -- she's coherent enough to yell at him. Ironhide huffs out a wash of vaguely mechanical-scented air through his vents.]
How was I supposed to know it was you? Hmn? Just saw the light.
[There's a quiet whir of components as he allows the cannons to power down. But not fold away. Not yet.]
no subject
[Fortunately, his estimate of her intelligence was right. She catches on quick enough... and he just waits, watching with a neutral expression. Hopefully it doesn't look too much like a scowl, but with his face? Who knows.]
Yeah. Me.
[He tilts his head at her when she rolls over. Was... that a normal reaction? Or was she having some sort of muscle spasm? All Spark, how was he supposed to know? Where was Ratchet when you needed his unnecessary explanations?]
[Then she's berating him. Good -- she's coherent enough to yell at him. Ironhide huffs out a wash of vaguely mechanical-scented air through his vents.]
How was I supposed to know it was you? Hmn? Just saw the light.
[There's a quiet whir of components as he allows the cannons to power down. But not fold away. Not yet.]