[He was going to fillet Grimlock for leaving his post. Forget pacifism, for the moment. In the moment, he'd wanted nothing more than to throttle his supposed guard detail.]
[His head aches. The rest of him feels as if he's been run over by an old public transport train, but his head is definitely the worst. As he drags himself back into consciousness, systems slowly rebooting, everything crawling back online, he lifts a hand to it, covering his optics.]
[So much for the Ark, he reflects, as bits of memory filter in, and the unfamiliar surroundings peek through gaps in his fingertips.]
[Charming.]
[He doesn't speak as he comes back around, he simply lays there, gathering his bearings bit by bit.]
TOO BAD
[His head aches. The rest of him feels as if he's been run over by an old public transport train, but his head is definitely the worst. As he drags himself back into consciousness, systems slowly rebooting, everything crawling back online, he lifts a hand to it, covering his optics.]
[So much for the Ark, he reflects, as bits of memory filter in, and the unfamiliar surroundings peek through gaps in his fingertips.]
[Charming.]
[He doesn't speak as he comes back around, he simply lays there, gathering his bearings bit by bit.]