Sonica shrinks back against Psiioniic's chest, her eyes flickering from Dualscar's face down to the cup he holds. Psiioniic just rubs her shoulder reassuringly. "He'th a big moothball, don't worry, you're thafe here." He's said this probably a hundred times already, but he can't stop saying it. He knows how hard it is to believe, after all. Taking care about the biowires, he guides her hands to press around the cup and she tentatively leans in to obediently take just the one sip. In the meantime, the Psiioniic reaches towards Dualscar and begins to stroke along the bottom of one fin.