"Yeah, I can tell you think it is," First Aid remarks, his tone dry.

When the silence descends he continues to work, his knees tightening around Rampage's back so his wiggling won't eventually cause him to slide off. Dirty cleanser, so filthy it was black drips down the places he sprays off.

When Rampage speaks again, he waits for a moment, realizing that he was sharing something personal and giving him time to continue speaking if he wanted to. First Aid's free hand moves to the bit of forehead between the crab's eyes and rubs slow and gently.

"That only gets the surface. Careless."