Whirl moves his head, just a little because damn it hurts to move at all, when he hears a voice. It's not one he recognizes neither is the face, what he can see out of one eye.

"Frikking," He started to respond but it ended in a pained grunt. The hell it hurts to talk too, he's really hating being human right now. But screw it, he's going to keep trying.

"Yeah." Monosyllabic responses are probably the best he can do, for now.