Well, now, that fellow didn't seem like he was in a very good condition at all.

Aftermath slows to a stop, standing over the injured mech and taking in his condition. Didn't seem to be of Cybertronian build- at least, nothing that he recognized. Leaking strange black fluid too.

Tilting his helm curiously, Aftermath gingerly kneels down next to the small flier, minding his own injuries. And then he reaches out, and very, very gently lifts and turns the strange mech over onto his back, making sure the wings were out of the way.

"Can you hear me?" the old mech asks once he's set the stranger's prone form down.