"It seems like the crown they put on her was made not only to control her, but to make her use every ounce of strength. Dangerous for both us and for her..." He hadn't heard yet what her fate was this time around. Either way, he worries for everyone involved. It reminds him very much of the fate of robots in war back home.

He offers Donnie some more water, and glances away only a moment seeing another Corsair approach them.

"They have a bed ready for him," the Corsair says, gesturing to the door out of the cargo bay. Atom smiles in relief.

"Here, let me help you up," he offers to Donnie, moving to the his side and offering a steady arm.