"Hrm," comes the noncommittal reply as she walks over and signals to the medics to let her close. Pained and weary grey eyes look up at her uncertainly, but the wounded teen offers her a smile.

Starscream smiles back, then hunkers down to pat him on an undamaged spot on his chest. "Good work, rookie."

The smile blooms as his face lights, and the scientist chuckles and pats him again before standing and walking away. "Fold your legs, Arrash."