The two decepticons quickly vacate the ward and close the door behind them. Starchaser collapsed, coiling herself by a nearby wall. Clearly she was very distressed.
Broadwing knelt down to comfort her.
“For Primus sake, I knew I killed him, but I didn’t know I bit his slagging head off!”
She cried, beginning to hyperventilate.
“I could… Have been worse.”
Broadwing said gently.
“How could it have been worse?! I bit off his head!”
She cried again.
“Greetings fair bartender! A round if ya don’t mind!”
Pipebomb said enthusiastically.