“Eeeh, maybe more like death’s lazy cousin.” Timberjack jokingly replies.
Few bots was great, meant it should be quiet, as he hoped. Railgun lets Nebula pick what table they use and once situated as that table, tries using the height of the table to see what’s over on the self-serve station. He’ll offer to get her whatever she likes, regardless if it’s just Energon or if there are other options.
They take that table and climb up to the top, sitting on the table directly rather than the chairs.
“You know,” Coverfire began, “this isn’t the first time.”
Sheller stares at him blank, only interrupted by a few blinks. Coverfire rolls his optics.
“Alarmed, remember?”
“They what?” Sheller’s voice nearly shouted in surprise. “No – You’re over reading. Neither one ever–”
“Oh come on, you’d really think either of them would admit to it?”
“She was the medic. She cared for us all equally.”
“I dunno, she helped Railgun first. Certainly hung around him a lot more.”
“Only for logistics. Railgun could keep pushing if she kept up repairs. It’s why Rectifier paired them up.”
“And Rectifier didn’t know what made them so effective. Well, until…”
“…That was the most enraged he ever…”
The two are silent for a moment, trying to not dwell on the memory.
“…If Rectifier ever knew, would he do anything?” Sheller finally asks.
“Maybe? Probably wouldn’t care as long as it got results. Not sure if Railgun ever fully realized it. Surprised he even did for Nebula.”