Michael didn't really know Aphra well. He knew a little bit of secondhand information about her from seeing her at certain joinings or other occasions like that, but they had hardly exactly had any super fun one on one time. Roxanne didn't seem to be a fan of her as far as he knew, but the bobcat had never bothered asking why, considering it would be too sore of a subject to bring up for the new mother. Either way, Michael had made it a habit to keep his distance, figuring it would be best for everyone if he didn't get close to the feline or make an enemy of her. That way he could just remain neutral, and back up Roxie should anything come up in the future. He really did not want to deal with his little sister being mad at him, seeing as he had only seen it in smaller doses before, and he wasn't particularly enthused at the thought of Rox beating the crap out of him.

The criminal hadn't been present for the birth of Goldie's children, for two reasons. The first being that he had been in his home playing with his rats at the time it had been happening, and the second reason being that Goldie scared the shit out of him. She was the big, bad lady in charge, and while he had come to see her as a bit of a comforting presence ever since he had joined the Typhoon, he didn't want to see what could happen when one got on her bad side. He had figured she would only want family around to see the kids at first, and he was hardly part of the Roux family as a whole, so he had stayed away, figuring he could see the cubs later and learn their names and shit from Roxie. However, because he had stayed away from that particular little gathering, it meant that he hadn't been present for any of the shit to go down between Aphra and... pretty much everybody else. Had he known about it, he definitely would've been on the side of Goldie and everybody else, but since he didn't, he felt some sympathy in his heart when the sound of crying hit his ears.

At first, he shied away from the sound, hardly being known for his comforting of other people, but then he stopped himself, a heavy sigh leaving him. He was a crewmate now, and Roxie would probably want him to help out another crewmate in need. Not to mention the fact that he could scent Ry nearby, and he always felt the need to make sure that Ry was safe and sound – and not causing a shitstorm. Taking a deep breath, the bobcat headed over to where Aphra and Ry were, pausing for a moment when he saw the pair pressed together. It was an odd sight, seeing Trygve being affectionate or comforting to anyone besides his siblings or mother. Once he got over the initial shock, Michael turned his gaze towards Aphra, evidently the one who had been crying. She looked a lot different from the last time he had seen her on the sidelines, and he found himself wincing when he saw the wounds on her face. A frown pulling the edges of his muzzle downward, the thief mumbled softly, "Shit, those don't look good... you didn't run into a big wolf, did you?" He highly doubted that such – relatively – minor wounds would be inflicted by the same dire wolf that had nearly killed he and Roxie, but he felt the need to ask.

Octane never let anyone see him cry. To clarify, not publicly. Caustic had seen tears brimming at his eyes many times before in the middle of their escapades, but those were not sorrowful tears. His father and the maids yelled at him to many times to never cry. Crying in public was a plea for attention that wasn't out of character for the speedster, but he... just didn't do that.
Octane had seen Aphra being attacked at Goldie's birth, and it was kinda funny. He weighed in his head over how hard the hit was, what that must of felt like. Octane shudders at the thought, then approaches from the group behind Micheal. "Oh, compadre, that hit must have been so hard! That big one hit you harder than I thought," he laughs, trying to be light in tone.