Decepticon Rec Room

[Praefectus]

    At that point Frostbite wasn't sure if she intended to accept his offer, so he was already pondering about something else worth talking about, but for his surprise he heard a positive answer. "Is that so?" He still wanted to double check on her, considering she was sounding so evasive about the idea of learning how to properly fight and get more weapons on her chassis. But at the same time this eased that feeling that was bothering his spark since she mentioned going around bases under attack without being properly armed. "Excellent, I am glad you will take the training course." The way she drank the energon left him speechless for a while...Yes, it was quite the messy way to drink energon so he had his reasons to be a tad surprised there, especially when she didn't even bother wiping away the leftovers from her face plating.

    The confused staring ended as soon as she began to assault him with that barrage of questions, now it felt like SHE was interrogating him. That almost made him choke on his energon during the careful sips he was taking. "MPHPFF!" He placed the cube down and tried to recover himself before answering her questions-Well, at least now his own face was a mess, so they were even in matters of appearance. "Easy there-" He tapped his servo on the table while letting out a deep vent to recover his posture. "No, not right away. For now we will just relax as you just arrived, and the training will take as much time as needed. You need to be combat-ready before being released from this training." He rubbed the side of his helm a few times trying to think of what would fall under "strict" based on her point of view. "I have no intentions of making it harsh on purpose, I just intend to make sure you learn how to fight properly. But I won't push you above your limits, you will have time to rest and relax." That sudden intense stare really wasn't helping his situation, if anything it felt like she was putting him on the spotlight right now-He was no drill instructor or taskmaster, so this was still going to be something difficult to get used to. "I think you should look for our armory and request an upgrade on you harpoon gun. You know, so it shoots a much more effective projectile so you can use it both underwater and on ground."

[Archivium]

His reaction to her taking him up on his offer was a strange mixture of disbelief and what seemed to be stunned gawking- was it something she did? Still oblivious to the small puddle of energon that was forming from leakage... but that wouldn't last long! The aquaformer jolted when he seemingly choked on his drink, leaning just far enough away to avoid getting splattered herself before taking note of the energon on the table finally. "I should take it easy? Look at who's making a mess here... geez," Depth Dive muttered, the last part barely above a low static warble.

After the bombardment had ended, she did fall back into her natural state of pouting silence, giving him time to sufficiently recover. Lowering her helm while she listened to him, a servo came up to idly poke a digit into puddle in front of her, letting out a small ex-vent that ends in a static fizzle. The bulky femme would still manage the odd nod every now and then to let him know she was still paying attention, bringing her other servo up so she could rest her helm against it.

"I've been able to use my harpoon gun just fine out of water, you know," she speaks up finally, following him mentioning upgrading her weapon. Why she even felt the need to defend this point was clearly beyond her, but she went on: "I mean, the range is a little stunted, I'll admit that, and it's not really able to pierce anything that well anymore-- but still, that's probably not because of the 'using it out of water' thing..." Did the blue tinted 'con even realize she was just digging a bigger hole for herself the longer she went on? Probably not, but at least she seemed to give up shortly after that. Folding her arms along the table, her helm dropping onto them defeatedly with a heavy -THUNK-.

"Fiiiiiiine, just-- whatever you say, Frost... You know best, I guess."

[Praefectus]

    It took Frostbite a moment to understand just how much of a mess he did there during his shock when he was bombarded with those questions. "Ahh...I do apologize, you just surprised me." He mumbled out while he looked for something to clean the mess he made both on the table and his own face plate. When he finally found a cloth that hopefully could handle that mess, he began to remove it all from the lower part of his faceplate and the table, including the pool she had made when drinking. But there it was again, that same...Negative or just unsure behavior of hers, she was looking so distance during his explanation that it still felt like she wasn't ready for this sort of training. "Are you truly sure you wish to take part on this? It seem something is bothering your processor." It was hard to keep explaining something when the bot he was talking to was at the point of messing with a puddle of energon instead of looking up and staring during their conversation.
When she tried to defend her point about her harpoon gun, the mech simply tilted his helm in confusion. But before he could even point out just how ineffective that would be in combat, she apparently understood the issues the weapon carried by herself, which apparently still didn't make her take those news all too well.

    The sudden helm-desk while she had her arms folded made that part pretty obvious, now he felt like he was just dragging her into quite the depressing hole or something. "I am sorry, Depth Dive. I didn't mean to turn your visit into this facility into an unpleasant experience. I am simply concerned about your well being." Perhaps a tad too concerned if he somehow got her in that grumpy state or just...Not feeling too chatty, it was really hard to understand how she was feeling with that visor and mask covering her face plate but her body expressions were hinting towards that kind of direction so the least he could do was apologize.

[Archivium]

Initially, she kept up with her dismissive behavior towards her newly acquired mentor, though his question seemed bother her enough gain a response from the hefty 'con: lifting her helm from those arms so it could be turned back to face the mech."Of course I'm sure..! You make it seem like I'm just going be a pile walking scrap if I don't take you up on this offer," she reasons bitterly, her voice cracking with a static hitch partway through, which causes her to visibly cringe and recoil before falling into an awkward silence once more.

When she hears him apologizing, of all things, her clunky shoulder lift a fraction, then drop a fair bit as short fizzling sound escapes her. "Don't apologize- why are you doing that? You're not doing anything wrong, I'm just--" The femme keeps her helm low now, refusing to look up at him, and only then does she notice the energon smear along her forearm plating, causing her to reach her digits up to touch along the slots of her mask at where more remnants of her drink could be found.

Hunching forward slightly, the aquaformer opts to turn away from Frostbite further now as if to hide the mess he had obvious already witnessed while she used the back of her servo to wipe it off of her mask. "Look, you said yourself training won't happen right away, so lets not worry about that. Why don't you tell me about how you ended up here? How did you become the skilled soldier that you are now?" Depth Dive eventually mustered up the nerve to turn herself back around, after the energon leakage had been mostly cleaned up. She made an effort to tilt her helm up and face the frosty mech so he had her undivided attention, and again he could sense that intent stare of optics behind the femme's thick visor.

[Praefectus]

    Frostbite had his reasons to question her, especially when she was sounding so distant since he mentioned her gear and the training part. Her answer to his question made his optics widen for a moment, clearly he expressed himself badly if she felt that way about his words. The large seeker flinched at her sudden change of tone, the way she denied his apology only made him even more confused. "But you sound displeased about my words. I never intended to make your visit so..Unpleasant, especially when it is your first time visiting our base." As the femme apparently noticed the mess she had going on her mask he simply pushed the cloth he was using forward and towards her side of the table to give her a more effective method to clean the mess.

With the bulky femme attempting to hide her face from him, he simply remained silent waiting for her to attempt to clean herself. "That is correct. We won't start now, but I also don't want to force you into something if you are feeling so negative about it. The way you were just looking away or hinting that you weren't interested on the topic made me feel like my words were simply bothering you." The mech carefully reached for his own energon cube and gulped down whatever was left from it after the sudden choking making him spill so much on the table.

    After emptying it, his mask closed over his mouth once more, soon followed by a vent of relief. Her questions were poking him on a pretty dangerous stop, something that had him lowering his head this time, apparently she was the one getting him in a negative mood right now. But he preferred to avoiding going really back into his past and spoke about how he managed to specifically find himself on this base in specific. "Well, I was from another sector but as things were moving in a slow pace...I was sent to a more active sector. Which happens to be this one, and my combat style might be useful for airborne pressure...I can't tell the specific reasons for them to drag me here, but that's all the information they provided me with." Her second question was what really had poked him in a spot that had him bothered, but of course he preferred to skip all the part related to the past and focus on the moment he was already a soldier serving the Decepticons. "If you really must know, we had to gain our experience through combat, in the frontlines. "

At least when the war began there was no proper time to train soldiers, as long as we were armed we were good to go." He mumbled out leaned back against his seat, letting out a deep vent before proceeding to speak. "So the skills I gained were through fighting Autobots, the gamble of life. At least until we began to expand our territories and build proper bases, so some of us began to train inside them. So that did help us to develop teamwork and improve our techniques without the risk of being offline when failing at them."

[Archivium]

"Look, Frost, you're not making anything unpleasant for me," the aquaformer insisted, picking the cloth up he had offered to her far too late for it to be of use, so it was instead waggled in his direction 'threateningly'. "Why do you even think that, honestly? It's like you don't do this sort of thing very often, or something," there's a pause then, as if to acknowledge this clear moment of self awareness. Then cloth waggling ceases and her servo lowers as a long static-ridden ex-vent escapes the clunky 'con.

"I'm not trying to be negative," Depth Dive explains, though simply so - like stating that alone would clear matters up entirely. After a brief moment of silence, she musters up enough nerve to continue: "It's just how I am, okay? No-- Not okay, I get that. It's maybe something I will try to... ugh--" She grinds out a groan just thinking about it, tilting her head down, but what choice did she have? The aquaformer had to make the best of her new circumstances, at least for the time being anyways. Bringing her servos up now to bury her face plate into, her voice became somewhat muffled while she continued: "Fine, fiiine, I will try to be more positive, for your sake Frost... just don't make me regret it."

When he finally felt like opening up about the questions she had for him, it felt like a small victory at best, but one that left her on edge more than anything as the blue plated 'con listened the mech's response closely. To say that it made the atmosphere around them tense was an understatement, and Depth Dive almost felt as though she'd have to be asking for it to dare traversing this conversational mine field again at this point, but she couldn't have him thinking she was reverting back to her pouty solitude. "So, you didn't come here alone then? Since I take it you're still with that team-- I mean, unless..."

Oh scrap, why did she have to go and say that? The aquaformer at least immediately realized how badly she had overstepped, turning to face Frostbite fully if only to hold up her servos defensively, as if she expected him to strike her down for being so brazenly insensitive. "It didn't mean it like that, or to-- I'm sorry!" The apology almost doesn't form coherently over the static distortion, which continues even after she stops speaking. Her digits curl inward then before bringing her servos against her face plate, which once more collides with the table.

Quite the melodramatic performance for one that lacks the means to express themselves properly.

[Praefectus]

    Frostbite tilted his helm even more, putting his neck to its limit at just how CONFUSED he currently was at her words and behavior. "Really? But you are-" He gestured towards her chassis for a moment, trying to hint at how bothered or just distant she was sounding during their conversation. "Well, as a matter of fact it is the first time I do this. I don't speak with too many people, so I don't get to invite new faces into the training area. The few Decepticons I know don't behave like this, and your tone made me think you just were unhappy." The bomber took a deep event, making it snow around them this time with how badly his chassis was cooling itself down. "Well...I was just worried. It doesn't feel right for you to step in a place and the first figure you see treat you badly. Plus, there's a bright future ahead of us, so when you provided that sort of information my concern simply grew." No matter for how long this war had been going, Frostbite still had hopes to see Cybertron back and with a completely different regime-Without castes, without a glaring split between their society.

    Of course it was difficult for the mech to understand that she normally behaved like that, even after meeting other Decepticons before her none of them expressed themselves in such an...Unusual way, those gestures she had been doing could be seen as someone uninterested or just bothered by some, which was pretty much his case. "Well...I mean, if this is truly how you behave you don't have to force yourself into changing the way you act. I just misunderstood your gestures and your tone." The bomber would make sure to make some notes about her, that's for sure, but it certainly was going to be difficult to guess when she truly was annoyed if she behaved like that all the time! With that other topic being brought up, the cold mech had hopes she would just drop it after the brief explanation he has provided her with considering not many people were hoping to hear the whole story behind a soldier. But it seemed like she was going to step on that thin ice until it shattered; and she truly did it. The moment she brought up his team, he jolted his helm upwards, with ice shards coming out of the connections of his chassis instead of snow this time. "Negative. My previous squad was sent to a different location and I heard a report about them. They were offlined in combat." It was too late for her to back away from that topic, she mentioned it and she received her answer even if it was very visible how much that affected him, and he didn't stop there either. "And if you really must know, I wasn't a soldier before this war. I was nothing more than just another low caste Cybertronian. I am sure you know how those were treated back then." After letting those last words out, he glance down at his own chassis and began to grab those ice shards to break them from his form, placing each one of them on the table before lowering his arms again. "Many already fell before and during this war, so I don't wish to see more falling."

[Archivium]

She really couldn't fault him for being so confused, or for his keen observations of the aquaformer - since he was quite accurate. Well, she didn't know many fellow Decepticons to confirm whether or not they acted like her, but she could at least let him know she was unhappy, right? "Why are you so worried? You barely know me, it's not like you're the one treating me badly, if anything you are being too nice... worrying too much, it's weird, is all, so you can cut that out now. It's not needed," the stubby femme insisted, her digits pulling apart in front of her faceplate just enough so she could have a peek at him.

-And what was this about a bright future? Depth Dive would try not to groan, looking away from the mech as she instead chose to focus on the snow he was producing instead, anything to else but talking about that. Thankfully he moved on rather quickly, and was back to her odd behavior, causing the blue plated femme to settle somewhat before she'd start swimming straight for the eye of the storm. Maybe she was enjoying the snowfall her drinking buddy created, and that's why she felt compelled to probe him further? Or maybe she was just that much of a lug-head, and stumbled her way over a line she knew should not have been crossed.

It was sure looking a lot like the latter when she practically jumped out of her seat when the shards of ice formed and jutted outward so suddenly from his chassis. Clearly not meant for swift movement, her bulky frame hit the under side of the table awkwardly before toppling onto the floor with a loud clatter, followed by a static crackle from her audials. After hitting the ground, she'd remained there silently listening to him continue, but that dismissive pouting had all but vanished - replaced with a cautious stare, bordering on fearful as she tried not to move away. His words weighted heavily on her though, as even after he finished speaking, she felt unable to lift herself to even sit up as her helm had tilted downward and away from Frostbite, complete silence filling the hefty 'con. She'd remain this way for quite some time.

[Praefectus]

    If it wasn't for Depth Dive poking him in such a touchy topic, he was going to keep questioning her awkward behavior, or how he was being "too nice" when he simply was worried about his comrade. He just couldn't stand the thought of finding out another Decepticon losing their spark in this war, and one that he could possibly save too. But now...It was a whole different situation, she brought him to a state he wasn't even worried about their previous topic anymore-Instead those eyes were glowing with a mix of annoyance and pure anger-Not about her question, but just because mentioning the war and had he put through was more than enough to bring all those memories back. And while he probably would stay like that for a while, her reaction to the ice shards forming on his chassis made him snap out of that moment of sadness and annoyance. The loud thud of her body dropping onto the floor was impossible to ignore, especially considering how bulky she was so it was noticeable that she wasn't standing in front of him anymore. Once more his mask opened, just to let out a deep vent, almost making a snow storm just by each deep vent he was giving before he stood up and stood right in front of her.

    The mech simply stood there staring at the femme, her lack of attempts to stand up was something. But her lack of words was the most concerning part on this all, clearly his reaction spooked her or at least seemed like it. Truly a terrible thing to do when talking to someone he just met...Well, so much for trying to make a good impression. "...My apologies." He mumbled out and lowered himself to reach for her arms, only to tug her upwards and help her to stand up again. Hopefully she would at least assist him on getting back onto her feet, as he doubted that was going to be an easy task to pull off by himself. Those optics focused on her visor for a moment before he proceeded to speak. "I allowed my feelings to speak too loudly, and I shouldn't do such thing. We are both soldiers, none of this is your fault." There wasn't much for him to say, nothing he could think of felt fitting for the situation and he doubted any amount of words would repair what he just did.

[Archivium]

When the blizzard-conjuring mech rounded the table to stand before the downed aquaformer, it mattered little as to what he said to her, for when he reached out to make contact, her instinctive reaction was to flinch away- as if she was genuinely expecting some sort of harsh treatment from her newly appointed mentor. When that did not actually happen, she slowly, if not cautiously lowered her arms enough to let him take hold of her properly so he could help her up, though it was a bit of a chore on both their parts due to her awkward movements and clunky frame. Eventually, she was back on her wide pedes, though she found herself stumbling backwards afterwards, trying to keep her helm tilted down and away from him.

"You're doing that thing again, where you apologize for something that clearly isn't your fault. I was the one in the wrong, by overstepping my bounds... I don't know what I was thinking- other than I obviously wasn't," she pointed out, crossing her arms in front of her. A long static-filled ex-vent escaped her then before her heavy looking shoulders dropped. "I've never been a part of a team, or had comrades before, so I don't really know what that's all like- not like it's an excuse, I just... I came to, had a bit of a-..." Her voice hitches then, but after a moment then to settle herself: "--rough start, but then I got my piloting gig, and it's been mostly smooth since then, but like I said- just me on my own."

A small nod was given then, as if to assure herself that she had gotten all the details of her 'backstory' sussed out before she finally felt she could look back up at Frostbite - optic to, well, darkly tinted visor at least. "So forgive me if this whole making friends stuff comes with a bit of a learning curve for me, okay? At least now you know... just don't go around sharing that information around with anyone. I'd like to keep that between us-- not like people won't find out I've never had friends before or anything-- you know what? Nevermind." She throws her servos up defeatedly then, letting out a relenting static-y groan before clamping her digits along her helm. "This whole process is making my processor fell like it's melting, is that normal?"

[Praefectus]

For now Frosbite didn't bother closing his mask again, taking his time to take those deep vents with each time letting out plenty more of snow between those sharp fangs. With the femme offering her arms for him to help her upwards, he stepped back a tad more just to give her room to rest her pedes again, only to tilt his helm at her words. "You can't guess a soldier's past. While it is a dangerous topic, what I did was still too violent." The bomber crossed his arms against his chestplate as soon as she seemed to have regained her balance, only to tilt his helm yet again when she began to explain herself. For now he simply gave a few slow nods, preferring to listen what she had to say before suddenly resting a servo right on her shoulder and giving her a supporting pat. "A lot of us had a pretty rough start, unfortunately. And I am sorry you weren't picked for a team, it can be good...But also very painful, after all this is still a war so..." He grunted out and tilted his helm upwards now trying to continue with his words, even if it was still a struggle to talk about this. "...So you end up losing your teammates, so it does affect your condition in combat." Honestly he wasn't sure what to tell someone who never had a squadmate before, or someone to talk with during the time she was piloting, and it felt weird...The idea of having a whole ship being piloted by a single person without some sort of bodyguard.

    The mech just rubbed the side of his helm, still processing her own awkward situation and probably a touchy topic for her too. "Well..." He tried to think for a moment before proceeding to speak. "Since I moved to this new base, I can't say I had been wandering through these halls with a group, or often talking with other Decepticons, if you do think I am that social." He was just trying to calm her down about the topic, but then things got REALLY awkward again, as he honestly assumed at least on SOME moment of her life while serving the Decepticons she had a friend. Her final words made him give out an awkward chuckle and simply shake his helm a few times ."You just heard some personal stuff here too, so we both got some information that shouldn't be shared with others. So don't worry, I won't be telling anyone but..." Before he could even continue he saw her throwing her servos up and making her own confusion all too obvious, which was responded with a little shrug. "Well, this is a pretty troublesome topic...So it is to be expected, mine is freezing up but that's because of my core." When he slid his servo away from her shoulder, he crossed his arms behind his back and showed something that was almost a smile this time. "...But I think you at least gained a single friend today. So it is a start."

[Archivium]

His recollection of losing fellow 'cons was a bit hard to gasp for someone who never really felt attached to anything before, but she attempted to give him her most convincing understanding nod, given how much it seemed to bother him dredging up those emotions again. She'd not make the same mistake twice either this time, and simply let the subject drop. She did find herself glancing off to the side where his servo had reached out to latch onto her shoulder, not quite sure what to make of that, so she simply opted not to make a comment on it, maybe ignoring it outright was the best way to handle it.

After she let her digits scrape off from her mostly smoothed over helm, the heavily-built femme had taken note of the slight improvement to Frostbite's mood at least- in that he didn't appear outwardly upset towards her anymore. In fact, it was starting to almost sound like he was maybe even enjoying himself? She could have sworn that he made a sound loosely akin to chuckling just a moment ago. Still, the notion seemed far too absurd for her to accept, and that perhaps he merely pitied her more than anything-- but then when she caught him pulling his arm away from her finally, and she caught what could be assumed as a smile and...

"Wait-- What? You mean-- but how does that make sense?" She stammers, as if to actually protest his kind statement. "You can't be my mentor and my friend- isn't that a conflict of interest, or makes you clearly biased, you'll be going too easy on me now when we train!" What was she doing? Her vocals were going into static overload, like the prospect of a friend was too much for her systems to handle, both servos frantically waved about while she spoke - being expressively animated where her face plate clearly lacked the means to convey her sentiments, as her heavy pedes began to clunk about so she could pace. "You're serious though? You really want to be my friend!" She was struggling, and panicking about this- clearly not knowing how to handle it. Was she making a scene? Possibly, if there was anyone around to even see it, but she'd snap out of it soon enough to fall into silence again. "Yeah, okay. I'm okay with this, I can be okay with this," she eventually tells him, even if the aquaformer mostly had her back turned to the frosty mech now, nodding several times to affirm this point made.

[Praefectus]

    This truly was going to be a long day if things kept going like that, was she truly questioning a decision like that? This was the first time he heard someone -complaining- about the idea of becoming a friend, especially considering her previous situation. Now he really had a knot on his processor as to how she managed to get that far if her social skills were so...Odd, but then again she did work by herself in a ship so perhaps they didn't need to be polished. Thankfully his reaction to her questioning wasn't negative, instead his amusement turned a lot more visible, not only with his smiling but also his chilling laugh during the time she was freaking out. "I won't suddenly go easy on you just because of that. If anything, it is another reason to NOT go easy on you, to make sure you will be back here on your pedes." The same way she lacked experience in that field he was used to, he had none in the matters of just being completely alone, so he couldn't really understand if her reaction was fitting to the situation, and he wasn't about to question her over something that like that either. He simply waited for her to absorb the situation, giving her a slow nod in response to the question. "That's correct, I am very serious about it. I have no reason to joke about a topic that has such an effect on you." And apparently it was turning into a less "freak out mode" and more like happiness, at least it did sound like it with her following exclamation. But then again her chassis was still showing that panic she had going, so he couldn't truly guess how she was feeling based on her gestures.

    So for now there wasn't much for him to do aside from watching her freaking out and hoping for her to calm down. On the bright side, this might at least prepare her for future occasions if others do choose to speak with her, so it was a learning experience. When she finally spoke up again, he tilted his helm in a mix of amusement and curiosity, considering she now had her back turned to him. "Is that so? Well, if you are so sure about it, how about you turn around and face me?" Was she truly embarrassed to the point of needing to look away when speaking? Well, he was still going to mess with her and that cold wind hit her right on the back before he moved back to his seat. "Just kidding, just kidding. You don't have to if you don't want to. But yes, friendship is a weird thing, it doesn't need to make sense, it just happens. Pretty sure some people formed friendships mid-combat."

[Archivium]

Hearing Frostbite's voice coming from behind her accompanied by the gust of frigid air seems to snap the bulky 'con out of her daze, as she scuttles around to face the mech properly once more, letting out a static-filled warble which could almost be interpreted as a nervous chuckle. "Sorry- sorry, ah, it's just--" Depth Dive starts, only to lose herself before she could even begin, bringing her servos up to emphasize something, however futile the effort was in the end, only to drop them limply to her sides a moment later as she followed suit and took her seat next to her mentor with a heavy THUNK!

"Is it supposed to be this hard?" She finally manages to muster up her first question, her helm tilted down at the table, as her whole frame bent forward. "I'm going to be honest with you- or try to, I feel kind of anxious now, like there's like pressure or... an expectation? I mean, what if I end up being terrible at this? I don't want to be a bad friend, but I might be able to help it, and-- and..." This is where her processors where leaping to immediately, as if she just defaulted to the most negative directive possible and operated from it solely.

Servos clasped together along the edge of the table as her digits scraped together, bulky shoulders lifted a fraction, only to sink a moment later when she ex-vented statically. "...You've been hurt already before, and I don't want to do that to you again. So, are you really sure you'd want to be friends with someone like me?" It was a cautious, and foreboding tone she took on now, mix with the crackle of her static overlay. Her helm did not lift at all, but it did tilt to the side, enough so she could glance up towards him out of the corner of her tinted visor.

[Praefectus]

    It was pretty obvious by now that Frostbite would have to get used to a whole different of new things there, this friendship was unusual but he knew it was just a matter of...Learning the basics. But this was still the first time he had to deal with such an unusual situation, which made it a tad difficult for him to handle it. "It is fine, it is fine." He just gave a few nods before he felt his whole chassis shaking the moment she sat next to him, now that was a surprise. He wasn't too sure why she sat him by his side this time instead of facing on the other side of the desk, but at least it meant she wouldn't end up getting her faceplate frozen as his intense venting didn't stop yet. "It isn't like this usually, but you know this is a different occasion." A different and awkward situation too, he would expect someone to be happy about gaining their first friend, but instead he could see her freaking out about it. "...You are overthinking it, Depth Dive. We just chat, wander together...There's no specific requirements, and being a 'friend' isn't like carrying a title or a rank." Seriously, all that thinking of hers was making friendship sound like something absurdly complex or that required studying before you could call someone else a friend and that felt very odd to him. "Calm down, you need to calm down." That negative behavior of hers was really going to be something difficult to work with as even good news were turned into bad news in her processor, somehow.

    It didn't help that even her gestures made it all too clear she was worrying too much about the situation. Her words made him tilt his helm a tad, now that was something curious to hear...."Oh, so that's your worry?" He glanced away for a moment and tapped his own digits on the desk now pondering before carefully resting a servo on her shoulder plating once more. "Yes, I am sure I want to be friends with someone like you. I doubt you would intentionally harm me, and I trust you." He gave a brief tap on her shoulder before crossing his arms against his chestplate and leaning back against his seat. "Just try to not overthink about this. Trust me, you will 'learn' this concept as we speak, there's no datapad that will give you directions on how to go with this."