Perhaps. [He has to admit that; their universes aren't the same, so who's to say he would be capable of working - with improvised or inferior tools - on Ironhide's armour to the lengths it needed?] But consider it, will you? If this goes on for much longer, you could end up having a much graver injury, aggravated by what's not been kept after...
[Jetfire frowns, gesturing over the mech's frame with a shake of his helm.]
[He's not the sort to insist unless he sees it as necessary - too much respect for boundaries - but he does feel the need to ask and push slightly, at least. No matter what he has learned of his own frame by modifying it, they have no proper medic here... or tools.]
No, there isn't... [He trails off slightly, eyeing their surroundings.] At least not yet. And perhaps there'll never be. My cerebro-circuits seem to disagree with the rest of me, but that, I hope, will go away in time.
[Jetfire smiled faintly; he's still not comfortable, and he's mostly keeping together at the momemt by having something to focus on, but he has picked up on the reassurance and it is welcome.]
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[Jetfire frowns, gesturing over the mech's frame with a shake of his helm.]
[He's not the sort to insist unless he sees it as necessary - too much respect for boundaries - but he does feel the need to ask and push slightly, at least. No matter what he has learned of his own frame by modifying it, they have no proper medic here... or tools.]
No, there isn't... [He trails off slightly, eyeing their surroundings.] At least not yet. And perhaps there'll never be. My cerebro-circuits seem to disagree with the rest of me, but that, I hope, will go away in time.
[Jetfire smiled faintly; he's still not comfortable, and he's mostly keeping together at the momemt by having something to focus on, but he has picked up on the reassurance and it is welcome.]