It's difficult to seem completely disinterested in your rescuer while still checking them out at the same time. NOT LIKE THAT! Deadlock is just trying to figure this guy out, why he's familiar yet not, how he's so perceptive and why he cares enough to help a notorious Deception rather than leaving him to die.
Following the other mech up the shuttle ramp is one way to do that - and Deadlock does notice the lack of proper maintenance on a frame that otherwise seems very modern. It's certainly no design he's ever seen before. Also, hips shouldn't sway like that.
Deadlock is momentarily distracted enough that he almost misses what the other mech is saying, but the word 'aura' catches his attention. Not to mention what comes after that. Say what!? He makes a clipped, garbled noise, the sound of his pride catching in his throat.
"I'm not the only one who's telegraphing!!!" Deadlock snaps and looks away with a growl, which is probably the last comment he really intended to make because it sounds a lot less like trying to point out this mech's flaws and more like attention is being paid to his assets. Who situates tires on the backs of thighs anyway? That's just begging for...
"It’ll heal! Auto repair will take care of it. Just need fuel." Deadlock huffs grumpily and drops heavily into the nearest seat, knowingly full well that the statement only really applies to his optic and the majority of the minor wounds. He's just not sure he wants this stranger touching him. Especially not until he can UNSEE certain things.
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Following the other mech up the shuttle ramp is one way to do that - and Deadlock does notice the lack of proper maintenance on a frame that otherwise seems very modern. It's certainly no design he's ever seen before. Also, hips shouldn't sway like that.
Deadlock is momentarily distracted enough that he almost misses what the other mech is saying, but the word 'aura' catches his attention. Not to mention what comes after that. Say what!? He makes a clipped, garbled noise, the sound of his pride catching in his throat.
"I'm not the only one who's telegraphing!!!" Deadlock snaps and looks away with a growl, which is probably the last comment he really intended to make because it sounds a lot less like trying to point out this mech's flaws and more like attention is being paid to his assets. Who situates tires on the backs of thighs anyway? That's just begging for...
"It’ll heal! Auto repair will take care of it. Just need fuel." Deadlock huffs grumpily and drops heavily into the nearest seat, knowingly full well that the statement only really applies to his optic and the majority of the minor wounds. He's just not sure he wants this stranger touching him. Especially not until he can UNSEE certain things.