The organics looked at Rutile with relief. Most appeared to be shaken with minor injuries, but families brought out members that were ill, asking if there was anything they could do to improve their health. There were a number with sprained ankles, having run to safety in haste.
Minimus peered above the crowd, where a red and white robot stepped around groups of refugees, his eyes intent on this new group. He didn't look too happy.
"Ratchet?" Minimus said to himself, then to S'reee: "Former Chief Medical Officer. We were crewmates-"
"You're dead!," the perpetually frowning ambulance pointed downward at Minimus, as he was over twice his height. "I- We all saw you crushed to death! First Aid tried to message you and you didn't respond! And now you decide it's a good time reveal that you've been alive all along? What on Cybertron were you thinking?!"
Before Minimus could protest, he pointed at his entourage. "These better be the help you've been collecting, because otherwise you have better pray that there is no Afterspark when Unicron inevitably chews you up."
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Minimus peered above the crowd, where a red and white robot stepped around groups of refugees, his eyes intent on this new group. He didn't look too happy.
"Ratchet?" Minimus said to himself, then to S'reee: "Former Chief Medical Officer. We were crewmates-"
"You're dead!," the perpetually frowning ambulance pointed downward at Minimus, as he was over twice his height. "I- We all saw you crushed to death! First Aid tried to message you and you didn't respond! And now you decide it's a good time reveal that you've been alive all along? What on Cybertron were you thinking?!"
Before Minimus could protest, he pointed at his entourage. "These better be the help you've been collecting, because otherwise you have better pray that there is no Afterspark when Unicron inevitably chews you up."