There's obviously some kind of dilemma this mech is struggling with. Deadlock's not too keen on they way the stranger is looking at him, but he watches warily for any signs of hostility, glad at least for the time to think, to regroup his thoughts, weight the options. Which are...very slim.
He looks warily from the stranger's face to the outstretched hand and back again. That face, oddly familiar despite the static in his HUD, with its cool,but not distant expression. Deadlock wants to ask why again, to prod for an answer more real than just charity, but if he pushes his luck the stranger may change his mind.
And then Deadlock really will be alone.
With a disgruntled rattle of his vents he grasps that outstretched hand, his grip stronger than the rest of him feels, and hauls himself up with an audible grunt. He wavers a little, trying to steady himself on uncertain feet, gyros spinning.
"Yeah? And then what?" Not one but two ships. Interesting.
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He looks warily from the stranger's face to the outstretched hand and back again. That face, oddly familiar despite the static in his HUD, with its cool,but not distant expression. Deadlock wants to ask why again, to prod for an answer more real than just charity, but if he pushes his luck the stranger may change his mind.
And then Deadlock really will be alone.
With a disgruntled rattle of his vents he grasps that outstretched hand, his grip stronger than the rest of him feels, and hauls himself up with an audible grunt. He wavers a little, trying to steady himself on uncertain feet, gyros spinning.
"Yeah? And then what?" Not one but two ships. Interesting.