Mikaela snorts, up to her neck in plating as she plucks handfuls of slagged
shrapnel out of that is obviously a bullet hole.
A giant damn bullet hole.
"With you guys? Way more out of practice than I would like for
something like this."
The first few handfuls of scrap she dumps in the sack clatter cleanly, but
the more she gathers, the wetter it gets. Occasionally she has to pause to
haul out a larger piece, giving Optimus warning when it has to be forcibly
dislodged.
"Man, at this rate I'm gonna need a bucket."
She pulls out long enough to give Optimus a disapproving look, chucking
another handful into the sack. Her head and shoulders vanish back inside,
pliers in hand.
"You never did tell me about what 'cons you were fighting. Going near that
line, now."
no subject
"With cars and trucks? Never."
Mikaela snorts, up to her neck in plating as she plucks handfuls of slagged shrapnel out of that is obviously a bullet hole.
A giant damn bullet hole.
"With you guys? Way more out of practice than I would like for something like this."
The first few handfuls of scrap she dumps in the sack clatter cleanly, but the more she gathers, the wetter it gets. Occasionally she has to pause to haul out a larger piece, giving Optimus warning when it has to be forcibly dislodged.
"Man, at this rate I'm gonna need a bucket."
She pulls out long enough to give Optimus a disapproving look, chucking another handful into the sack. Her head and shoulders vanish back inside, pliers in hand.
"You never did tell me about what 'cons you were fighting. Going near that line, now."