That did the trick, at least. He followed behind her, which mostly looked like taking his steps as slowly as he could without feeling ridiculous about it, alternating between taking stock of the place and its caretakers. Fleshlings on a Cybertron ship... it started to occur to him that he had very
little idea of what was going on here. He might have had his opinions about that little bastard Starscream practically naming himself Prime, but he felt like the Seeker wouldn't have put together a rag tag outfit like this,
especially if they couldn't account for medical equipment for someone that was ostensibly meant to be crewing this thing in the first place.
... scrap. Had she said something?
"It would be... appreciated," he said to what he hoped had been her previous comment. "I'm not used to having to watch my step... especially when I'm surrounded by Transformer architecture." He snorted, but then he fell silent for a while.
"... How many others are on board this ship?" he continued after a while. "Like me, I mean. How many Cybertronians are accounted for?" He knew of himself and Tempest, and the big tanky bastard had mentioned something about having a spark-brother, and then there might have been some nonsense about his brother having a conjunx endura... he hadn't been paying attention.