Bulkhead stood outside the holding cell, shoulders hunched as if he could somehow look smaller. It never worked.

The floor groaned beneath his weight, and he froze, optics flicking to the mech behind the barrier.

"Uh... hi."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Name's Bulkhead. I'm just here to check on you. Not an interrogation."

Taking one careful step closer, he stopped well short of the barrier. "You okay? Scared? Hurt ?"

A crooked smile tugged at his faceplate.

"I don't make the big calls. I just make sure nobody gets hurt... especially by me."