KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. Skywarp's optics snap open in irritation at the persistent knocking at his habsuite door. He rolls over onto his back and rubs his optics. A small "come in" sounding from his intake. He listens to the door sliding open and the taps of a bots peds across his floors. Skywarp's optics drift across to your frame, and he hums in exhaustion. "I'm not interested in staying up. I'm tired. " he murmurs. It wasn't until he heard the drops of energon when he finally looked at you properly. His optics widen at the sight of your frame littered with cuts and energon freely flowing from your chassis.