Strangely enough once Vinny went and told Modo the changes being made to their mission and why, all the elder mouse did was...twitch his tail once and then walk off. He didn't seem angry or upset about the sudden changes to the plans that they had made- after all, he knew more than anyone just how desperately the males of their race needed mates.

And since the gods had placed Throttle's mate on the backwater planet that they now resided on, albeit temporarily, then it was enough to keep the grey furred male quiet. After all, it wasn't like finding the female would alter their plans all that much, he figured as he set about the task that Vinny had asked him to do.

To 'help' Throttle learn more about his future mate.

Carefully making his way through the small-ish living quarters just a little ways off from the garage where the little female had been attacked, Modo meticulously, systematically went through everything that he could think of from the various foods and beverages in the cabinets and the coolers- to the papers lying on a small table in one of the other rooms. To the various photos that he found of the little female and others that he could only assume by facial features and the coloring of their eyes and hair- were in some way related to her.

Collecting his findings, he then walked back to the girl's room to find his bro/team leader sitting in the same damn spot that he had been in earlier- his eyes glued to the female's face as his antenna twitched slightly.

"Throttle?" He spoke in a low tone as his bro immediately moved to place a clawed finger against his lips in the universal sign for 'shush'. Causing Modo to go silent again as Throttle slowly shifted himself so that he was sitting on his knees for a moment, his body leaning towards the female resting on the bed before he said softly.

"I thought she was waking up for a moment."

Modo looked over at the female with a slightly calculating gaze before shrugging his broad shoulders. "It is about time for her to awaken. Unless of course, there is something else wrong with her. In which case we may need to find a local medical facility and take her there, just to be safe."

Throttle made a noncommittal sound and then looked back up at him and asked, "What do you have there?" Motioning with his head towards Modo and the stuff in his grasp.

Modo looked down at everything in his hands and then back at his bro before replying, "Answers, hopefully. I gathered everything that I could think of aside from the foods and drinks in the cooler." He handed everything in his hands over to Throttle whom took it all and looked at the pile as if it were about to come to life and eat his hands or something, but slowly began to dig through the stuff anyways.

There were letters and other official documents in the pile naming two different people.

One was a Miss Charlene Davidson and the other was a Mya Lilian Peters. And for a moment Throttle wondered if perhaps the two names belonged to the same person. It was a type of tactic used to hide oneself in plain sight.

If his future mate was in some sort of trouble or trying to run from something then the two names and identities made sense. Though one set of papers listed a different age, and physical description for two separate individuals. So after shifting through the papers a bit more- he was able to determine that one of the female's listed in the documents was his future mate.

And the other belonged to a stranger or perhaps even a guardian.

Once he had all of that figured out, he carefully set the documents aside and then began going through the photo's of his future mate. She was a different age in almost everyone of them so seeing such phases of her life in his hands was almost like being there in person.

The emotions behind each picture was compounded by what he managed to pick up through his antenna.

For the most part, the first few years or so of his female's life- she was a happy child, if a little bit quiet and shy. It was only when she hit about twelve that the emotional impressions he picked up began to darken. What happiness there had been prior was tainted with loneliness, pain, betrayal, and what felt like physical and mental abuse.

And while none of these things seemed to show up in the photo's, he could see it nevertheless in the way that she isolated herself away from others in the images. The way she looked at the one taking the picture, the unblinking stare as if she were afraid to take her eyes off of the one hovering so close by.

It sent a wave of fury through Throttle that he had only felt once in his life. And that had been at the beginning of the war after Stoker, a close friend and squad leader to his bros before his promotion, had been captured by the plutarkian's and experimented on.

Modo watched his bro quietly go through the stuff that he had brought until he reached the photographs. Once he reached those, Modo stood silently as Throttle's expression went from bemused to awe to fury, at which point the male almost asked what was wrong, but stopped himself when a small moan sounded from the female on the bed.

Eyes flickering to her, they both noted her eyes fluttering for a moment before they opened and she found herself looking right at he and Throttle. Her soft green eyes, unblinkingly staring a hole through them as Modo automatically went into medic mode and walked over to the bed and carefully situated himself on his knees next to her and began asking questions.

"Are you okay? In any pain? Do you need anything? Food? Drink? Another cover to help keep you warm?"

She blinked at him for a second before slowly replying, "My ribs hurt. And it's a little hard to breathe." Modo nodded his head before saying.

"Yeah. That happens when you have busted ribs. It'll get easier over the next week or so as long as you take it easy."

"Can't."

"Can't what?" Modo asked, slightly puzzled.

"Can't lay around and take it easy. Have to go to work."

To which Modo replied, "Well sweetheart- if you can manage to drag yourself out of bed then you should be able to work. But I seriously doubt that you'll manage anytime soon." Modo said, dismissing the very idea that she may very well do as he said. The mere idea of an injured female doing so was just downright preposterous. Until...she somehow managed to push herself upright and then slowly shifted to the edge of the bed, causing him to bristle and nearly shout. "Hey! Stop that! Stop moving! You're going to hurt yourself even more if you don't listen!"

"Bite me." She growled at him as she reached out and pushed at his shoulder in an effort to get him to move back, but stopped when she found herself doubled over in pain.

Modo sighed upon seeing her doubled over and figured that he'd save the 'told ya so's' for later since right now she needed to lay back down and take some pain meds to help her manage the pain that she was in. Huffing slightly, he carefully helped her lay back down and then tucked her back in before getting up to go get the pain meds and maybe something for her to drink.

Leaving her alone with Throttle who had been eerily silent the whole time their little exchange took place.