Railgun’s head turns slightly towards the hand on his should before meeting Nebula’s gaze back. Though when she says that last phrase, for a moment, Nebula sees his optics go lifeless. A look not seen since their alone chat back in prison.
“Not at expense of your life. Please,” Railgun answers, that please having some sorrow. “I’ll try my best.”
The thought distracted Railgun enough that he missed Maximus’s new announcement.
Coverfire unnecessarily reloads his turrets.
“By Primus I’d do it again! I need to work on my highscore, I’m behind as is!” He exclaims.
Although unable to understand the Mini-Con, Timberjack adds, “We can offer trade, that usually smooth things over.”