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Chainsmoker's optics peeked open a crack, eyeing down at the blind handiwork, questioning if the painful process was about done. It took a moment longer where she opened her optics completely and watched with a twitch from the corner of her lip. Once she felt satisfied that she had temporarily fixed the bleed problem, she disengaged the torch and seated it back where it belonged with its fellow tools. That elevator was going to need to be fixed. She truly did not want to jump down it again in her condition.

The feeling of something touching her right wing got it to lift and spread somewhat. The large vampire looked down, lifting her arm in the same manner as she investigated its source. Ah yes, the Predacon. After a moment, she relaxed, her wings wrapping around her body like a cloak whilst she observed her little tag along. ~"Your presence makes me wonder about the current standing of the war."~ Her optics narrowed in thought as she vented a near silent sigh and moved towards the back of the medical bay area, hoping to locate some energon stores. Perhaps if she could at least replenish her energy, work could be done.

Of course, the assumption that this tag along might be looking for the same thing came to mind. She would share.. How much could a Predacon just a little over half her size consume? No much if they wanted to live.

Her wings unfolded to sit behind her once more as she reached for the deformed and abused doors of the Energon stores of the med bay. The threats of sparks flared out at Chainsmoker as she forced a compartment in the wall open. Inside where cubes, stacked in a way that completely filled the small chamber. Due to the way they were all supporting one another in such a confined space, it appeared as though no devastating damage had fallen upon them. Chainsmoker reached forward and gently plucked one from her very limited stock. She would indeed need to begin mining operations right away.. Get the Energon and get the power to restore her base of operations. From there, she could find out where it was that the war currently stood.

The reflection of red on the corner of the metallic cube shifted unto Luthien's brilliant armor scheme as Chimney shifted her gaze and attention to her biggest question. What was a Predacon doing here, alive, just running about freely? Was the Decepticon military attempting to build one in similar image with hopes far too high in expectation?

These cubes were specific, like IV bags to humans. She'd need to get a line on herself in order to transfuse it into her body. Her footsteps echoed in the room of flickering light as she traveled back towards the main area of the medical bay, readying the supplies needed. Physically, she just wanted to curl up somewhere. She could feel the burdens of slow and eventual death calling to her. Now, she just felt heavier and drowsier than ever and it was beginning to wear on her ability to work and plan appropriately, stalling time.

Retracting armored plating from her forearm, she'd achieved reaching a proper means of port on herself. Working on securing the line, her attention shifted to Luthien.

The moment the smaller Predacon failed to make to sneak her way to the energon storage, she took off with one of the cubes. Chainsmoker's expression dropped from its flat composure to a look of mild annoyance. ~"Really?"~ And off she went. The draconic creature sprang for the exit with her prize and vanished from sight. She watched for a moment longer, shaking her head and closing her optics for a moment since she couldn't pinch between them. The scarlet light of her gaze reflected back upon her abused armor as she returned focus to the task at hand. After anchoring the line and port, she went ahead and sat down on the dusty berth beside her and allowed the process to run. On a plus side, she was to receive far faster results with this.

She could only imagine how long it would take before her company would figure out that that energon unit was completely useless to them without access to their circulatory system. 

The feeling of tire and sicklyness was beginning to disperse. Chainsmoker felt more awake and alert as she watched Luthien's sorry aft come trotting back through the door. She waited and observed in silence as the Predacon used body language and gestures to get their message across. In response, Chimney lifted her free left hand and pointed at the arm with the line it it. Her clawed finger tip followed the trail of the line leading to the cube on the work table beside her. If Luthien wanted a similar construct, she would have to wait a moment. ~"No fear of needles, I would hope?"~

Now this other femme was more or less amusing her. They would do for okay company and perhaps be of soe use as both a scout and scavenger. It wouldn't hurt to have a second pair of optics surveying the place. ~"If you want some, you have to help me work for it. I can smell the raw energon in these caverns and I know very well how to process it correctly. You seem to have been able to understand enough thus far.. I assume you could gather basic information and keep a look out for unwanted visitors?"~