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Accidentally getting stepped on? Dylan couldn’t imagine that - especially now living there. He was constantly around these mechs and femmes, if one could get stepped on he no doubt would have been stepped on a while ago. But at the same time he did understand what she meant. He wasn’t a soldier either - he was an artist and a high school student who the Autobots had simply accepted as one of their own. And then sometimes he felt like he didn’t do enough to help them.
After Rotor mentioned that they needed a linguist, Dylan agreed. There was no doubt to him that she would have a lot of business being here. Let alone a lot to do here. “Yeah! They probably could use a linguist big time. And as for not being a solider, I’m a dang artist! I have even less business being here sometimes.” He joked honestly. “I mean you don’t have to live here. But you should definitely stick around. We all have a role to play in all of this.”
He then added. “Look at me! I’m the glorified comic relief of the team.”
Great. One offhand comment and suddenly she was being asked to join the cause. "Nah, it's cool! We've got a bed for ya! Or you can work from home! Just stick with the giant alien robots and we'll figure something out!"
Nothing was making sense today.
She gave an awkward smile.
"That's...really nice...but, I doubt I'm even capable of learning your language. I mean...I doubt our mouths form sound the same way."
She dusted herself off, still moving a bit shakily.
"And...I honestly doubt I can be of help in your war. I mean, I can fight, but against people, not...you," she motioned at Rotor, "And even people are a long shot at this point," she looked down at her sickly frame, I don't suppose it would be possible to just...go home and forget about this, would it?"
She was still hopeful. Like she thought she can make things work out of conflict. She wasn't that great outside of conflict. Instead she worked best in the heat of battle, protecting over her flock or strays. But outside, it was difficult for her to grasp.
She rests her digits upon the ledge of the platform and leaned in a tad to watch Marie, "well our natural tongue maybe but we have written logs and such! Is.. that the same?"
She felt the gaze land on her as she watches Marie look at her own sickly frame. Even humans could see a slowly deflating flier. Just as those rotor blades on her hips had started to slump and fold in over each other while her shoulders drooped. She doesn't know what a normal human looked like but the coughing did give clues. "...For you. Maybe there is a chance. Never was for me." She shoved off the ledge and backed up from it.
Dylan definitely didn’t think that last part was true.
But learning how to speak or read their language? Even understand it? That was a thought wasn’t it. He wondered quietly if that was really possible. He knew Raf learned to read it so who was to say one couldn’t learn more. Maybe that was something worth looking into, even if the linguist didn’t seem so sure. “Well hey, never say never. It’s be pretty cool to learn!” He pointed out honestly, maybe a little to preppy. “I mean it’s worth a shot isn’t it?”
Then she asked about going back to her old life and forgetting. Yeah, he knew it didn’t normally work like that. He should know - he’d tried not long after the start of all of this, and a lot of good that had done him. “Uhhh I mean you can try. But it’s pretty hard to. Jack tried once, I tried once. And we’re both still around.” He then shrugged. “Maybe if you got far away from Jasper and Crown City - but even then they travel around.”
He probably wasn’t helping, but he was being honest.
She felt like a selfish bitch for a few moments. It hadn't occurred to her before she spoke that for Rotor and the others...there had never been a way out. They were stuck in this. Though, from what Dylan was saying, she was too, now. She didn't know who Jack was, but, if two people had tried, and failed, to get out...she doubted she would be any more successful. She briefly wondered how Smokescreen managed to keep up his seemingly cheerful personality, what with the nature of their war.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"I'm sorry," she said to Rotor, "That was...insensitive of me."
She paused again. If what Dylan said was true, she really was back to square one. So far, she'd been handling this with a sort of half-serious, half-joking attitude, figuring she'd go home, they'd watch for a while, and then they'd forget about her. Unfortunately...that didn't seem to be the case.
Since this was a military base, there were undoubtedly channels that she needed to go through. People she had to talk to about 'yes, hi, I'm the newest human' and what that entailed. This also meant that it was definitely time for her to leave home. As much as she disliked her stepfather, she didn't want to put him and her mother in the line of fire should these Decepticons show up again. She was sure they had better things to do than chase random humans they'd seen once, but, better safe than sorry. These guys had already wrecked one planet, after all.
She didn't like this, at all. Being backed into a corner. But, her sensei had always told her that adaptability was the mark of a true black belt. And...from what Dylan said, there were other humans around, and they were fine, right?
She took another breath.
"Since I've apparently been drafted, who do I need to talk to? Is there a human resources department?" she asked, a bit wryly, "If I'm hooking up with aliens, I figure I better follow the proper channels."
Still with the blades on her hips down, she watched Marie apologize. A bit insensitive, but Rotor knows that the humans have never heard of their story. She can't truly fault them for their ignorance.
A deep sigh came from her before she shook her helm, "Apology accepted hun... No ill will meant."
She does turn her helm to Dylan as he talked, listening and soon learning the Never say Never. That seemed stupid, so stupid that it was actually inspirational. Just what were humans? Sausages wrapped in enigmas beyond belief? It just didn't compute.
If asked, she could help direct Marie to places on the base for Human Resources. That sector was very much used here surprisingly! Rotor did wish for a Cybertronian Resource Center, but the med bay will have to do, "Surprisingly enough miss Marie, yes. I can escort you there."
Though now she begins to wonder, which made her antsy, "Maybe if the Cons didn't get a good long enough look of you. Then there is hope. But, I do not know which Con you encountered..."
Wait they had a human recourses now besides Fowler? Or was Fowler considered Human Resources? The latter thought made him snort, rather loudly in fact. He covered his nose and mouth as he’d done that - a little embarrassed but all the same, he had dealt with Fowler many times. Especially now that he was living there - the guy was on his butt about too many things. Mostly his pranks though, even though he really just thought the guy needed more of a sense of humor.
He crossed his arms a bit, looking at her jokingly. “Yeah his name’s Fowler... really interesting guy. And by interesting I mean I’m constantly looking for a stick up his butt,” Dylan explained as he leaned back slowly with an amused smirk. “I mean he’s not so bad. But he isn’t a fan of pranks, or fun... He’s sort of a bore really.” He admitted with a shrug.
Hun? That was unexpected. Marie couldn't remember the last time she'd been called by such an innocuous endearment. Coming from a giant alien robot? It was definitely odd. Still, she liked Rotor. The bot seemed optimistic and down-to-earth, which Marie could definitely deal with.
She was preparing to move down to ground level when Dylan spoke up. She glanced back at him, frowning slightly.
"Fowler? I'll keep it in mind. Thanks. See ya around."
Welp, this could get interesting...
She moved quickly down the steps and paused at the bottom, looking up at Rotor. Holy crap, she'd seemed...not as large when Marie was up top. Now it was like looking up at Godzilla.
"So, I guess we're off to see Fowler?"
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