(( Okay! ))
Whiteout
He huffed, a cold condensation puffing from his mouth. "Just do it farther away from me next time," he reiterated before focusing himself on her question. He looked around to get a grip on his bearings. Soon enough, he pointed in some vague direction. "This way, if your crash landing didn't send them scrambling." He couldn't help but scold her before he began following his own directions.
Shockwave
He had finally left his lab after some hours of testing his findings from Demon, and he had only left because he had discovered that his servo was still not regenerating from the damage Demon's acids had dealt to it. With him, he carried a fortified vial of the acids he had collected from the creature, intending to take it to Knockout to help in the figuring of how to deal with his injury. However, long before he made it to the med bay, a body ran into him that he didn't expect. He gasped as he was bumped back, some of the vial's contents sloshing out. They almost made contact with him, but luckily he dodged them and was able to watch as the drops ate quickly through the floor. He looked up at the cause of the mishap, glaring. "You should pay more attention to where you are heading," he scolded.











