[ megatron of tarn. this has to be the most unexpected encounter with anyone he's had since arriving here, but in spite of himself, he's a little bit charmed already. megatron's big hand handles his wrist with a startlingly light touch, confident in its care. luke is fairly skilled at doing his own repairs, but he imagines that if anyone else would be better-equipped to handle them, it would be someone like this. ]

I'd be grateful. [ warmth fills his tone and his expression, fingers curling where they rest against metal. he can't really feel anything with this hand now, with the damage done to the nerve connections, but the instinct is there anyway. ] I have to admit, I wasn't convinced I could manage them on my own. [ he lifts his other hand to roughly his eye-level, flattening it in the air and watching it tremble faintly. ] I'm told the spasms will probably fade, but that could take weeks or longer. [ running into megatron had been a stroke of good fortune, it seems.

he lets his hand drop again to his side, glance flicking to the other still in megatron's hold, then back up to his face again. ] Is that what you did at home? Worked as a medic?