in need of Spare parts (Tag: Swindle,lockdown, whisplash and Prowl

His faceplate became a tad Warm, he wasn't used to fembots and either proximity, but it didn't needed much to convince Bumblebee. He blinked at her saddened gaze.

"hey its cool, anyway what worst can happen..."

He gave a Smile, surely it could be far more worse then this, but; first she was an autobot, second she seemed sincere and third well she was caressing his forehead ... which felt actually nice...and last, well she being very gentle and Nice. Bee wanted to give it a try, and maybe Prowl would become less skeptic... he looked at his friend with the corner of his optic, well actually he didn't knew if he wasn't trusting her, that ninjabot was always so quiet and if he didn't mentioned before ''Boring''.

Once again Prowl didn't say anything, however he did give a small nod to indicate that it was okay with him.

Though he remained allert, just in case.

Thank you. -She whispered closing her optics and removing her servor and placed it above the gashed wound. She then explained what she would do and what he needed to do.- What I want you to do is take a large intake of air and when you do that vent it out slowly. There is going to be quick pain and a loud popping sound, but your servor will be functioning more properly than how it is doing now.

-She then referred to the black and gold mech out of consideration.- If you're servors are tired, you could set him down if you like to rest. Either way, it is only his left servor, correct? -She did notice his bandaged wound around his chest area.-

"I would not be the one to ask, And I am perfectly fine to hold him, thank you." Prowl said simply. In truth he didn't want to Put bumblebee down In case they had to make a quick exit. But he did a good job in not letting this show.

He looked at her and gave a Smile, but it disappeared slowly. Bee winced thinking about some pain, but no way he was going to show cowardice! its would hurt his Pride and specially in front of Prowl. He nodded at her, then looked at Prowl, wondering why he didn't wanted to set him down; but he did not said anything against it.

Bee did what she told him and inhaled a large amount of air and slowly blew it out. The teenbot closed an optic awaiting for any kind of pain.

-She seemed to understand the black and gold mech's reason after been through what him and the yellow bot probably been through. She empathizes with the previous problem with a Decepticon or 'cons for that matter. But underneath it all, it hurts to believe no bot was can be even trusted even with an Autobot logo these days. She knows how that feels and refused to show it.-

-As of now while the little bot was doing what he was told, she squeezed the upper part of his arm with her thumb forefinger and middle finger on different side and then with the other she squeezed the side of his wrist with her fore and middle servor. She was familiar with the technique of processor over matter by slowly ventalating out some of her energon then a strike of air came out of her mouth as if she was striking something and the bot's little servor would move quickly popping hinges and joints that made his arm paralyzed into place.- How does it feel now? -She said as she removed her servors from his arm-