[And by then, Ironhide has crouched down, kneeling by the stairs, despite protesting joints. The squeak and grind of them was probably audible for a good distance around them. He'd get them looked at... if there were anyone around to actually do that.]
[But it doesn't seem like she's fairing all that well either. He studies her, one knee to the ground, his elbow resting on the other. Both cannons are still unfolded, clearly on display.]
Stories from 'bad neighborhoods' rarely are. Probably heard a lot worse.
VERY WELL
[But it doesn't seem like she's fairing all that well either. He studies her, one knee to the ground, his elbow resting on the other. Both cannons are still unfolded, clearly on display.]
Stories from 'bad neighborhoods' rarely are. Probably heard a lot worse.
[He waves a hand toward her.]
What happened to you?