Oh, whelp, guess he's got a psionic all cuddled up on top of him then. Dualscar freezes for a moment, unsure of what to do, before putting an arm gently around the Psiioniic's shoulders and patting him awkwardly on the back.

"Day after tomorroww, the blueblood wwill be here to take her wwires out."

It's a cold comfort, but it's all he's got right now.