He froze up when he heard the question. They’d seen him, and worse, they’d seen him while he was too hurt to get away. Bumblebee was going to have his badge for this, he just knew it.
Grimlock tried shifting positions, grunting a bit as he almost rolled onto his side, before shuffling himself into something of a seated position. Scanning the area for the source of the voice, he blinked in confusion when he spied the turtle.
It certainly looked like he’d landed inside an alleyway from any given city on Earth, but this bipedal turtle seemed to indicate otherwise. But he’d never been educated on the native species - maybe humans didn’t talk about bipedal turtles for a reason he couldn’t think of.
Well, he might as well answer the turtle’s question, it wasn’t like he could pretend he hadn’t heard it - he had very acute hearing. “Uh, no.” He gestured down towards his legs and pedes. “Can’t feel my lower legs. I can’t walk like this.”
He paused, his expression suddenly growing concerned as he realized he still hadn’t heard from Bumblebee. “Have you seen my buddy?” he asked, his voice slightly pitched up from his concern. “He’s shorter than me, and bright yellow. I got separated from him.”
Donatello was beside himself. He’d seen a few Cybertronians now, but this one looked different. Bigger, and the shape was different. And even if he’d seen a few before, seeing another one was always amazing.
Though this one… he looked like he could use some help. He started down the fire escape the rest of the way, moving in relative silence, making a thoughtful sound. He steps back to have a look at his legs, trying to see if there was any sort of damage he could do anything with.
Not that he knew if he could even fix the damage if he found any, but it was worth having a look, if nothing else.
“I’m afraid I haven’t seen anyone like that, but…” He was still watching the massive robot with the most awestruck expression, jaw hanging somewhat slack. “I have seen others of your kind. I mean, if I’m right. You are a Cybertronian, aren’t you?”
He nodded slowly, his optics darting back to his useless legs. He sure hoped that this terrapin had seen enough Cybertronians to know how to wire one’s leg, because otherwise he may have something of an issue.
“Yeah, I’m a Cybertronian. M’a triple-changin’ Dinobot named Grimlock,” he replied, puffing his chassis out in pride. “I’d show ya, but. I’m not sure my legs’d let me transform. I can’t feel ‘em at all.” Suddenly, an idea occurred to him, something he’d overheard Fixit say about one of the other ‘Bots once. Without warning, he reached forward, and began pulling at the metal plating on his calves.
“I think maybe somethin’ busted free when I landed. I hit on my knees pretty fraggin’ hard.”
Grimlock paused briefly, optic ridges furrowing as he decided it was best to come out with his question. “I’m sorry, is this still Earth? ‘Cause you don’t look like Russell.”
