Ironhide looked at the dust covered person who was sitting on the stoop of the cabin’s porch and staring at the storm. He knew that anyone who was brooding THAT intensely must have an interesting story to tell, and he was keen on finding it out to stave off his boredom of keeping watch.

“Hey.” The weapons specialist greeted as he softly approached. "Tell ya what- you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."