When he sat down next to her she turned toward him pressing herself against his side. "I just... I want to go home, I'm tired of fighting to keep full. I want a cheezeburger and fries and a milkshake, something totally gross and greasy and I didn't have to worry about finding or cooking. I don't know what to do for Bulkhead, he's getting better but I know it's hard and he's so frustrated about it. And then... and then there was the whole Wheeljack thing." She didn't know what exactly caused it but she was pouring out all of the things that hurt, that had stressed her out. She was still crying but it didn't feel so pointless anymore.