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First, my condolences: I was unable to do much in regards to helping the wounded, given my limited expertise and knowledge of Cybertronian medicine and anatomy. I... hope I can be of some assistance next time. [He scowls and scrubs his face with a hand.] Because there will be a next time, given this Godforsaken place...

Yet, if there is anythin' I can do, you let me know. No hesitations. I'm not afraid to tell you if I can't do somethin' you want or need, but I'm damn willing to try and offer what I can.

But I know some of you who so happen to be relatively human should be seeing me or coming in for a check-up. [Rose? Zer0? HMMMM?]

Also, I wanted to make a couple notes. The timing may not be perfect, but I've been tending to a small garden and have managed to grow a few vegetables. I placed them in the pantry, but they won't last too long, so get 'em while they're still edible.

[Locked to Kay, Ventus, Miko, Cody, Sari, and two certain others]

How you kids doin'? I know it's been tough, but I'm glad you're all okay. Mind comin' around for a check-up soon? Or I can come to you. [It's not really a suggestion, more so, DO IT OKAY.]

I saved a couple bundles of the vegetables I harvested just for you guys. I can bring 'em to you. Got some carrots, squash, and tomatoes. ... Well, wait, tomatoes fruit or vegetable? Hell, whatever, it's food and it's good for you.

... And: Raf? Lyra? If you see this message, please respond. You got me worried, and that ain't good for my three billion ulcers. I've been lookin' around and haven't seen hide nor hair of you. Don't make me set a search party out. I'll do it in a damn heartbeat.

If any of you kids know where they may be, you let me know. I don't care if they told you not to tell, now's not the time for fun and games, ya hear?

[Locked to the police force and law committee]

I never did... apologize. For the losses you took. And this may not mean much, but I'm thankful ya'll did somethin'. That you got the bastards who did this. But as I'm hearin' and seein', people tend to come back alive when they die, so let's pray for a little Resurrection.

[Locked to Wreckers]

It's fair to thank you lot as well. Especially for not involving Miko.

[Locked to IDW Megatron]

Got a... Got a package here.

[He looks... HMM.]

Got your name on it.

It's full of... some interesting stuff. Poetry, recordings, lots of political documents and proposals.

I didn't read or listen to 'em, no worries. But I did read one poem, I ain't gonna lie.

Purple prose is usually frowned upon in the lit society, son.

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Awwwww...

Fine.

[Huffhuffsulk.]

Where I gotta go?

No worries. I won't ask for a smile. [Though he does smile a bit.]

Solus's medbay. Need directions? [Kinda dumb to ask, but he'll ask anyway.]

[Probably a good thing, because given the look on her face, Sari won't be smiling for a bit.]

No, I can find it...

[Siiigh. Sullenly, she goes to get her scooter...and silently wonders how long she can 'get lost on the way' for.]

Don't use your jetpack or whatever to fly here like a bat out of Hell, either. You are already sick of my nagging, you don't want me reprimanding you until my face is blue.

[But McCoy does wait, getting everything prepped. Oh, boy, he still doesn't know much about techno-organics, but he's sure gonna try.]

Yeah, yeah...

[And off she goes! Sari manages to stretch out her ride over to the other temple for a good hour before she finally shows up, sullen and peeking around the door frame in the obvious hopes that the good doctor is not around.]

...hi?

[Alas, Sari, but the moment you say 'hi,' McCoy emerges. He smiles at Sari, gesturing her over.] Don't be nervous, kid. I may be demanding and a little harsh, but I do it for your own good. Gotta keep you in shape.

[McCoy brings over a tray of medical instruments and tricorder, pats the edge of the lowered slab.] Giddy-up. Hopefully this won't take too long.

I guess...

[She sighs sullenly, fidgeting for a moment before trotting over and hopping right on up.]

[McCoy smirks at her response. But he doesn't say anything; goes immediately into work mode. He raises his tricorder, scanning her body, but... McCoy arches a brow, glaring at his little medical device.] These readings... [He smacks the tricorder lightly.] Somethin's off. My tricorder is registering mechanical systems.

[ooc: oh, I'm assuming McCoy doesn't know she's, you know, not human.]

[Sari goes stiff the moment he notices something 'odd', glancing up with wide eyes.]

...H-heh, yeah. About that...

[[ooc: As I hoped you would! :D]]

[SARI YOU'RE SO CUTE STOP THAT]

[McCoy cocks his brow again.] ... Yeah, about that. [He folds his arms and steps back, looking like a parent about to scold their kid.] Somethin' you're not telling me?

[SHE CAN'T HELP IT.]

Um. Maaaybe?

[She can bluff her way out of this, right? RIGHT?
She looks ready to bolt either way, glancing toward the door with a complete lack of subtlety.]

[Okay, okay, he gets it. This is obviously a touchy subject for you. So he lays off a bit.] Either way, your readings aren't too off from Cybertronian ones, it seems. I know enough to know you seem to a good clean bill of health right now. [He ran the tricorder over her again, just in case.] But, still... I'm glad to see you haven't been getting into as much trouble as before. Like with that damn jetpack.

[It's the key words 'readings' and 'Cybertronian' that get her to finally crack, and the rest of McCoy's words just kind of wash over her.]

Alright. Alright!

[Sari throws her hands up in the air and scrambles back to stand up on the exam table.]

Yeah, I'm a big giant freak, okay! I'm not human - I'm probably not even supposed to exist and D-Dad never bothered to explain anything!

[Her voice rises up to a girlish shriek, even as it begins to hitch with suppressed sobs.]

[Oh, God. McCoy's eyes about pop out of his skull with shock at her response. He knows his bedside manners aren't the best, but--] Sari, no. God, no. I didn't mean to imply you were a freak.

[McCoy crosses the room, returning a split second later. He moves in comfortably close, bends forward, meets her gaze; basically, taking a harmless position to prove he's not going to hurt her. Nothing in a condescending way.] Listen, Sari, you're not a freak. An' I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. But you aren't a freak.

Sometimes you stress me out, sometimes you worry me, but that's because I like and care about you, kid. [And McCoy offers a hanky? He's almost tempted to wipe her face clean, but that would probably be too invasive or discomforting for the girl. McCoy's face is completely sincere; he's not pitying Sari, he's legitimately sorry.] Forgive me?

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