[riptide is still on the slab, optic so wide it might be close to straight up popping out his head and the normal yellow of it bright white with fear. he's torn out anything that was attached to him, fully preparing to throw himself off the slab and... gnaw tarn's ankles or something, fuck if he knows.
he opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. like ratchet, riptide is shaking, though more through complete terror than robo-adrenaline, and his armour is clattering from the intensity of it. eventually, he just has to settle on shakily reaching out to grasp ratchetfirmly's wrist. he doesn't really know what else to do.]
sploot
he opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. like ratchet, riptide is shaking, though more through complete terror than robo-adrenaline, and his armour is clattering from the intensity of it. eventually, he just has to settle on shakily reaching out to grasp ratchet
firmly's wrist. he doesn't really know what else to do.]