Helter-skelter 'verse. Medbay. Waking.

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It's a few days since the two newest residents of the Autobot base were brought back. Galvatron and Cho have been moved from the medbay to a room near Perceptor's, and now the medbay is silent except for the soft, steady beeping of life support systems.

And then the beeping is replaced by alarms.

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She gives another soft electronic whimper and puts her hands to her head, then frowns and starts to trace the scars from Perceptor's repair work with her fingers.

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Perceptor nods a bit, not sure if the femme is paying attention, and replies softly, "Your processor was damaged from when you crashed...I repaired what I could..."

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No... she hasn't enough programming framework left to realize that those sounds are something she should be able to understand. If she were a human computer it would be like she were trying to run without an operating system right now.

Her fingers soon wander away from the scars and rub her helm, trying to make the hurting go away.

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Perceptor frowns, before trying to gently move the femme's fingers away from her helm. He hopes he doesn't inadvertantly frighten the femme, and voices a concern, "Your processor was damaged...most of what was damaged was memory, wasn't it?"

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The fingers move without resistance, though once set curl automatically around his. Those pale optics look at him, but they're blank.

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Perceptor was quick to disconnect the rest of the machines hooked up to the femme before he made gentle, hopefully soothing, sounds as he moved to guide the femme off of the berth and to her feet. First order of business was to get the femme refueld. He'd figure out what to do from there.

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She stumbles and nearly falls, her systems straining slightly as she tries to get her balance.

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Perceptor holds onto the femme's waist gently in order to help the femme keep her balance. "Are you alright?" Again, his faceplates show concern.

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It looks like the crash damaged her balancing mechanisms and programming too. :\

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Perceptor frowns slightly, before making note of how the femme is acting, and what to discuss with Ratchet later. He keeps his arm around the femme's waist, hoping to assist her in keeping her balance as he gently guides her towards the medbay doors, and from there, down the hallway and to the common room where the energon dispensers are. "Let's get you some energon...we'll figure out what to do after that, alright?"

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Thankfully she's slender and small, so she's not very heavy. One hand is gripping his arm as she struggles to understand what's going on and respond appropriately. The soft sounds coming from the other bot are becoming familiar, and therefor comforting.

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((yay for LJ-hopping! LOL))

Perceptor continues to quietly converse with the femme, mostly telling her about the different mechs and femmes who are currently stationed at the base, and what all is in the different parts of the base. "And if she's in there, I'll introduce you to my daughter, Showtime...She's a sniper, though her weapon of choice is rather primative...She specializes in being a counselor, though she doubts her own abilitites..."