If it had been anyone other than The Spine, Rabbit would have put up a vicious fight, stubbornly drawing that crushed in head to her chest and childishly refusing to let go of the body or give up hope. But, this was the brother that she'd stood side-by-side with for nearly one hundred and eighteen years, the sibling who she'd experienced all of the wonders and horrors of life with. Despite their playful bickering and explosive arguments, The Spine was always her closest friend and confidant, the only member of the Walter family left who knew her as well as she knew herself.

Sure, The Jon and Hatchworth were so very important to her, but they were her baby brothers. The silver automaton was much more her equal and friend.

Skinny fingers twitched around the human woman's skull before Rabbit shifted into a kneel, the glow of her mismatched optics dimming as the stranger was set back down carefully onto the sand, the 'bot remaining there for just a moment longer, to gently adjust her position to something less horrifying than a corpse. Arms curled and head tilted to the side as if she was just taking a nap...

But then Rabbit was huffing steam and straightening, not-so-crooked mouth setting into a firm, unreadable line, though the look in her photoreceptors was still sorrowful. "Ya t-t-t-tt-take that side, check th' inside o' plane. I'll l-look near th' wing."

Time to find their family.