The proffered cloth is taken. It's probably the cleanest thing Zack has ever seen, despite the wax. He's never understood kindness, mainly because his brother's idea of that is not exactly kind in the true sense. but then, it's hell.

The gentle tone of the mechanoid though, is something that reaches him.

Sounwave is going to help him, and all that is asked is for Zack to help somebody else. "M'glad you found someone," he says, handing back the large cloth. The term 'millions of years' doesn't come as a surprise to Zack. He's billions of years old, not that he can remember all of that. It's too much to cram into the mind he owns. Memories fall away, unless significant events are enough to stand out.

"Been longer for me, and no mate. Hell dimensions aren't good places to find one." He's not fishing for sympathy. It's just the way things are.

"Food would be good. Please. That's all I can think about."