Miraculous distractions only happen to people with stellar luck. Which is probably neither of them.
Flashpoint would never admit it but she doesn't mind the mood all that much. It's better than fighting at least, something she's growing tired of more and more often these days. And right now? It's been a long and stressful day; there's no way she can relax, but an opportunity to not huddle in a paranoid ball would be welcome.
"...or to be treated like normal citizens worthy of actually living," she adds quietly, "Not thrown away like trash or bled like cattle." She doesn't entirely realize what she's saying, that she's muttering the bitter old words aloud, until the diagnostics pad pings at her.
She coughs roughly and pulls up the diagram and accompanying readout, looking for potential anomalies. There's plenty she doesn't recognize in Deadlock's structure, but it all looks like Cybertronian tech. "Looks clean" she says, offering him the pad if he wants to have a look.
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Flashpoint would never admit it but she doesn't mind the mood all that much. It's better than fighting at least, something she's growing tired of more and more often these days. And right now? It's been a long and stressful day; there's no way she can relax, but an opportunity to not huddle in a paranoid ball would be welcome.
"...or to be treated like normal citizens worthy of actually living," she adds quietly, "Not thrown away like trash or bled like cattle." She doesn't entirely realize what she's saying, that she's muttering the bitter old words aloud, until the diagnostics pad pings at her.
She coughs roughly and pulls up the diagram and accompanying readout, looking for potential anomalies. There's plenty she doesn't recognize in Deadlock's structure, but it all looks like Cybertronian tech. "Looks clean" she says, offering him the pad if he wants to have a look.