[Ratchet's voice is nothing short of caustic as his optics flick between Newt and the frankly huge Decepticon standing in front of them. He takes in the eyepatch and his own optics widen in recognition.]
I see Knock Out hasn't managed to get that optic fixed yet, paint me completely unsurprised. Newt, get your hands out of there. There's nothing more you can do here.
[Ratchet moves closer and draws a gun but he doesn't quite aim it at anyone yet, gaze intent on the disconcerting lack of space between Newt and Breakdown and calculation whirling in his head.]
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[Ratchet's voice is nothing short of caustic as his optics flick between Newt and the frankly huge Decepticon standing in front of them. He takes in the eyepatch and his own optics widen in recognition.]
I see Knock Out hasn't managed to get that optic fixed yet, paint me completely unsurprised. Newt, get your hands out of there. There's nothing more you can do here.
[Ratchet moves closer and draws a gun but he doesn't quite aim it at anyone yet, gaze intent on the disconcerting lack of space between Newt and Breakdown and calculation whirling in his head.]