[Extremely tall robots are not what he signed up for. He has no idea how he completely missed seeing Krok until now; he must really be slipping.
Though he's initially alarmed at his appearance and the unexpected noise of clothed metal hitting metal, the Decepticon's words are disarming. He's... concerned. For some reason. The soldier still doesn't get why anyone bothers to ask how he is.
He shuffles his hands in his pockets nervously, looking up at Krok from under his eyebrows--not that he has much choice, given the height difference.]
I'm fine. [He grimaces and closes his eyes for a brief moment as he feels them sting from fatigue. He's not hurt, but he's not exactly fine.]
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Though he's initially alarmed at his appearance and the unexpected noise of clothed metal hitting metal, the Decepticon's words are disarming. He's... concerned. For some reason. The soldier still doesn't get why anyone bothers to ask how he is.
He shuffles his hands in his pockets nervously, looking up at Krok from under his eyebrows--not that he has much choice, given the height difference.]
I'm fine. [He grimaces and closes his eyes for a brief moment as he feels them sting from fatigue. He's not hurt, but he's not exactly fine.]