When his chin is grabbed suddenly he blinks at Sentinel for a second. Dude, that's his CHIN GUARD you're yanking around! Not to mention he doesn't appreciate you being all up in his face.
"Back off." He grunts, and takes that hand, firmly plants it on Sentinel's head, or whatever is easiest to reach, and shoves him off his chest. You're rude to him, he can be rude back. He finally manages to sit up and that's when he registers Drift is there as well. He pushes himself to his feet, finally.
"Other than feelin' like I went five rounds with Megatron, fine." He says in answer to Drift. "You okay?" He glances at Sentinel as well with the question, then looking around at their surroundings. He's not worried about the wounds, his boon from Solus should take care of, he hopes.
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"Back off." He grunts, and takes that hand, firmly plants it on Sentinel's head, or whatever is easiest to reach, and shoves him off his chest. You're rude to him, he can be rude back. He finally manages to sit up and that's when he registers Drift is there as well. He pushes himself to his feet, finally.
"Other than feelin' like I went five rounds with Megatron, fine." He says in answer to Drift. "You okay?" He glances at Sentinel as well with the question, then looking around at their surroundings. He's not worried about the wounds, his boon from Solus should take care of, he hopes.
Where the heck were they?