With some bandages applied and make-shift splints secured into place, Rutile re-joined the others, overhearing most of what was going on, especially thanks to Papyrus' ever-animated tone. At least this, Ratchet? was open and accepting to the idea of their quantum-origins. Small victories, they supposed.

"Singing is ill-advised. I think these people have suffered enough already." What they could do, perhaps, was at least try to stop this planet-eater? Unicron? And the one behind it. Perhaps these the sorts of things you couldn't believe until you saw them. Like the human digestive system, for example.

"Was this their last target? Is there any telling where they may be headed?"