I can be your metal rebel[Holo-earth]

[Conway]

Road runs a diagnostic again, checking to see what's rebooted it's self since he's woken up. He looks down at himself at the same time to check...yup...lookin pretty shitty.
"This is nothing, I've had worse."

Red eyes move back to Powershot, studying his face.
"Torque is okay." He smiles softly. "You know he's much smarter than me."

[gryfeathr]

Powershot opens his mouth and winces again, and his brows drag together. His eyes flic to the side and he pushes up his visor, and in his inattention is clearly turning something down--or off. "Bounce," he says, with the sort of flat air of a brother used to his younger brother and fond of him despite the occasional worry, "Says that's been obvious for mega cycles and he's not surprised your head is so hard that none of it has ever worn off."

[Conway]

Road chuckles, and this time it doesn't send him coughing.
"Bounce, can go screw himself."
The words hold no maliciousness, he's only amused at Bounce listening in.

[gryfeathr]

Powershot sighs and Road can nearly hear the mute button being mentally flipped.

His shoulders tighten out of reflex, but its Road, so he knows just how serious Road actually is with that comment. He sits back and pushes a panel closed with careful tugs, and then aims the sealant he'd taken out before at it. It's a nasty shade of green, one that would turn an organic stomach, but it works well and smells a bit like ozone.

"There." He tucks it back into a bag and sits back on his heels, looking Road over slowly from foot to head. He gets that distracted, aesthetic eye as he looks at Road's face, and then shakes his head, clearly forcing himself to focus. "Give it a few minutes. The area should be clear for you to run back to base in a few cycles, they're doing passes for stragglers."

[Conway]

Road sighs, he's not enjoying this laying still business. It makes him tap his fingers at the dirt while he watches Powershot work.
"Oh, that's what I should be doing on our side now." A smirk. " Jack'll be pissed if he's the one that ends up having to cover my zone."

[gryfeathr]

Powershot gives him a curious, side long look. "I didn't think you cared much about Yellowjacket being upset or not."

[Conway]

"Ha, I don't really. When he's upset he can be a lot of fun is all."
He won't admit that YellowJackets about the only one that hangs out with him. Insecticons are kept off base so much he hardly sees Kickback ( This'll be a problem for getting his weapons fixed..Bombshell will be annoyed if he lets a Constructicon mess with them.)
...and Backtalk was an Autobot.
"...can I sit up now at least?"

[gryfeathr]

Powershot seems to be a bit confused by having the power to allow Road to do or not do anything. Or perhaps more correctly, at Road listening to him at all. He looks down at Road's chest, head cocked a little to the side as if he'd forgotten.

"Oh, yes." He shifts back, giving Road some space in their narrow hide. He brushes off his knees and flips his visor back down, peering into the bright sunlight outside. Or maybe not so bright, the sun is falling and the light is dimming. Its just blinding in comparison. "I guess Jack didn't say anything about us from the last time."

A quiet curl to his fingers are a protective anxious gesture. He's small but bigger then his brothers, and they are his responsibility to keep safe.

[Conway]

Road sat himself up slow, more cautious this time of harming himself. But the grinding parts were much more cooperative this time. He got himself as comfortable as he could with his injuries and leaned to try looking around Shot to the outside.
"...he's interesting, he ratted my damage out to Hook, but didn't bother mentioning you guys ta 'Cade."

[gryfeathr]

Powershot's brows knot and he thinks about damage control, information restrictions, and if there's any way to make sure Jack isn't a wild card. Somehow Road's stop being a wild card, hah, a long time ago. He glances at Road, then back outside. Its a lot of empty open ground out there right now, but through the ground, there's a rumble of heavy treads from a far off distance sometimes.

"I don't want to call it honour," Powershot says slowly, as suspicious and unbelieving of the word as any 'Con should be, "But it's almost like it."

[Conway]

"Hah..maybe. He's used it as an excuse to keep me from pummeling him already, so who know's what he's thinking." Road doesn't consider it a big problem. He doesn't know Jack well, but he's known him long. He doesn't think the other Con will say anything, and if he does...

He pulls his knee's up to settle his arms across them and wait out the patrol traffic. Getting back tonight was going to be a pain in the ass...

[gryfeathr]

"That makes more sense," Powershot allows, crouching down in the corner. His fingers tap on top of his knees in a rolling, anxious rhythm as he studies the way the light shifts outside of the hide. He doesn't look underfed, that's for sure, plenty of energy lighting the depths of his eyes, but that ever present sense of wariness is a little more intense...something's different in the quality of it now.

His expression is hard, his eyes sharper.

[Conway]

It makes Road un-easy as he watches the smaller mech.
"Is it okay for you to be out here? You don't have to wait up for me..."
Not that he's in a hurry to get rid of Shot, but the now Autobot is better off keeping his distance.

[gryfeathr]

"Better then being caught nearby," Powershot replies distractedly, shoulders curving in as he leaned forward. He put a hand down for balance, watching the sky. His eyes, always so accurate, darted across the landscape in carefully scaled patterns for most efficient and effective notations of any small differences that would mark someone's approach. "I can slip back in, I'm small, no one will notice."

[Conway]

"Okay..."
No complaints, he's just worried.
He shifts again after a moment, getting his feet under him in an awkward crouch in this small space, so he can scoot up and look around Powershot to see outside better.