“Heeeeeee... Leannnn me-. Ih su'h'ort -ou.” [From Wall-E of musingorder, towards Sorrel if that's alright. ^^]
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Sorrel looks at the boxy robot, weighing his fear of them with the pain searing through his leg. Eventually the need to get weight off his leg wins and he leans against the bot, Eggman wouldn’t let a bot run around with a malfunctioning voicebox. He has too much pride in his creations to send them out as anything less than completely functional. And the Heroes wouldn’t let a dangerous bot run around half broken.
“Th-thank you.” he offers hesitantly. “Help me... get over there?”
He gestures towards his little shop, it’s not much but it will give them somewhere to stop and access his injuries without sitting down in the middle of the road. It will also be far, far closer than trying to limp all the way home. Not to mention it won’t bring a ‘bot staight to his place of residence.
“Do you... have a name?” he grimaces, whether from the pain or the attempt to make small talk with the bot he’s not sure.