He nods in affirmation, silently impressed at her resourcefulness. It wouldn't derail Prowl's search for long, but it was crafty. He bets even Prowl would be impressed with her if he knew. Without breaking their gaze, his eyes shift from worry to a more warm gesture, hand gesturing out.

"You two go back. I'm sure your death was never on his mind--but he has gotten a bit more maverick since you last met him. Sometimes I hardly recognize him, even from after the war." His own arms go to his elbow, folding as he leans. "He's determined, but not without his spark. I think humans use the term 'rough around the edges'."

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A glance to her injuries. "Whether or not that's figurative or literal can be debated."