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[arnhaid]

Look, uh.

[Awkward pause. Wow, maybe he should have asked someone to write this for him.]

I... ain't gonna pretend I know exactly what's goin' on with all this spooky scrap and random messages.

But I do know there's some bots who are gettin' nervous. Probably means there's organics feelin' the same way.

[Another awkward pause -- good job Ironhide, you said three sentences.]

... My name's Ironhide. If anyone's feelin' uncomfortable, or freaked out... I used to do bodyguard work.

I'll come keep an optic on you, if that'd help.

[Because he has to do something. Anything. Standing around, hiding out. It doesn't feel right, and it's sure not helping anything anymore.]

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[arnhaid]

[Wait -- what? That's... more like her, the sudden quick retort. But for some reason, it leaves him feeling as if he's said the wrong thing.]

[Again.]

Uh. Yeah. Okay. I believe you.

[Which is true, for what it's worth.]

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I...

[Why does she feel like she said the wrong thing? The words were right, at least she thought so.]

If you overwork yourself, I will come and hit you.

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[arnhaid]

[Silence. Should he even... try to keep talking? What if he just makes things worse?]

I... uh.




Yes, ma'am.