[Falling silent as well, Elita settled back, leaning equally back against the wall of the trailer and Roller, sort of wedging herself between.
Offlining her optics, she tried to concentrate on redirecting her self-repair to get all the surface aches; a medic would be available soon, with more resources, and she wasn't going to die if she let her deeper injuries wait for the moment.
She was, after all, sitting inside Optimus' trailer, and she felt safe enough to let go of the necessity for quick self-repair on the deeper rends and scratches.]
[ACTION]
Offlining her optics, she tried to concentrate on redirecting her self-repair to get all the surface aches; a medic would be available soon, with more resources, and she wasn't going to die if she let her deeper injuries wait for the moment.
She was, after all, sitting inside Optimus' trailer, and she felt safe enough to let go of the necessity for quick self-repair on the deeper rends and scratches.]