"You know... I'm one of the few bots you can open up that briefcase to." @GENlTUS ♡'d

"What was it like, being raised on Caminus?" @NauticalCamien ♡'d

"I hate to say that I can't see what it looks like in its entirety."

"I'm a medical officer on-board. Carnelian. I've patched you up before, but you might not remember."

"You're pacing again. What's bothering you?" MEGATRON ♡'d

"Correct."

She frowns and leans back against his desk. "About...?"

She falters, being shook so vigorously. Her wings flutter irritably behind her. "N-no. Goodness!" He has a strong grip. "I was actually hoping to commission you for something."

"You mean you're afraid."

Maybe this wasn't the most sane idea she's ever had. But Brainstorm had to have earned his reputation from somewhere. "A biometric reading system," she said, suddenly growing shy. "For monitoring my plants..."

After he's executed. The words leave such a bitter aftertaste. "And co-captaining this quest isn't enough? You know we'd be making something of ourselves, when it's all said and done. Finding Cyberutopia...saving our race."

"He says that but he'll slap mine."

"I should like to go back one day. If we have time." She leaned in, cupping her glass between both hands. "You know, I've heard you're a poet yourself."

"'Somewhat,'" she repeated. "You either are or you aren't, so which is it?"