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Hey! Excuse me! Anyone on this line?

[This voice sounds... like you are talking to Guyman himself. Musical and modulated, and kind of sort of loud]

Since when did Cybertron have grass? Or... y'know still be here? The fact that it's still... I mean that it's not... y'know really... dead and stuff is sort of-

NO REALLY WHY IS THERE GRASS HERE?

[He sounds pretty disturbed by this]

Not that grass is bad! I like grass, it was great on earth, if... y'know anyone here has been there at all, but like- Is that a farm? ... There's a tiny farm he- Did anyone see the tiny farm? Oh my god, I have to get a picture of this no wait, hold on.

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[Now she's just laughing.]

I'm just saying! It's just a number bird! Y'know I bet when Picasso made all his lumpy cubist people he wasn't thinking about the meaning, he just wanted to draw a human woman with her boobs on the same side.

Soundwave---[she pulls it together with an act of will!]

Soundwave, please. You've got to promise me that if the man himself ever shows up here---which isn't impossible, just really, really unlikely---you'll ask about that.

Yeah sure, I can do that. He'll probably agree with me.

You're a sport.

I know.

Okay so... alright let's go to the library and get some stuff done, then we can swing by the warehouse and pick up supplies to start modding my drone.

Sounds like a plan. We could stop in to see Wheeljack, too, because his workshop isn't far from the Warehouse.

Sure! Awesome, I can't wait to meet him.

Maybe we should go do that first, then. It'll give me a place to ditch the stree'doo for a little bit, and Wheeljack might be able to supply you with some of the stuff you'll want for drone mods. If he can, we won't have to spend as much time in the Warehouse, and so having to deal with Dirge will be a little less likely.

Ooooh I'm already dealing with Dirge.

Oh, god. [She crosses her arms and looks up to Soundwave, clearly curious.] What's he said to you so far?

He wants to have my cushy sweet job and he doesn't want me taking stuff out of the warehouse.

Which is totally not fair and no way am I rolling over for some stupid baby jet bully.

He doesn't want me taking stuff out of the warehouse, either, which to be totally honest? Is just too damn bad. [Sam turns her palms up---the left is uninked, as the tattoos on that arm are all from the elbow up---unimpressed.] I'm not going to be intimidated out of it, either. Especially not after our other exchanges.

Yeah. So I'm just gonna go over there and tell him to suck it up. He's not even a vorn old, how hard can it be to get past him?

Not too terribly... but that's been my experience sneaking in, or---other times---going with an escort. The physical disadvantage I'm at is kind of an aggravation. Is it weird for you, hanging out with someone so much smaller? I know a fair few of the Cybertronians about hadn't really spent time socializing with humans before being here.

Yeah, I'm not scared of him.

It's fine! You're fine, I barely notice.

[One eyebrow goes up, and a crooked little grin surfaces on Sam's face.]

Really? Cause it took some time to get used to looking some people straight in the ankle.

[A little light teasing was inevitable---if Soundwave weren't way too tall, he'd be elbowed by now. But Sam seats herself on her stree'doo and puts her helmet back on, aware that going without it even once will have Hiro harassing her if he hears.]

Anyway. Shall we?

Ha! No really, it's fine. I can carry you, you know, it might be faster.

[But hey, he'll be fine either way. He fires up the ground bridge and heads for it]

Lets get outta here.

I'll probably take you up on that a little later; it's just that I'd rather be retrieving my ride from Wheeljack's workshop, since it's closer to home.

[Sam nods and starts the stree'doo up, motoring for the portal though she gives Soundwave's spindly legs a polite berth. Once through, she'll slow to match his walking speed---at least, while they're en route to Wheeljack's.]

Ooooh, okay. Yeah okay, cool, we can do that.

[And in they go! He didn't have the exact coordinates, but they're pretty close, and he keeps his pace pretty leisurely.]

[It's maybe five minutes later that they actually arrive, Sam parking, dismounting, and stowing her helmet away.]

Now that you've seen a little bit of Haven proper, what do you think?

[It's a far cry from the dead Cybertron Soundwave had last seen, to be sure, but different bots---whatever their worlds of origin---seemed to see some similarities to what once was.]

It's pretty awesome, not gonna lie here. I don't... I didn't think I'd... y'know ever... see it alive again.

[A small and very sincere smile settles onto Sam's face, and she crosses her arms as she again looks up---and up---to Soundwave.]

This isn't a situation anybody asked to be in... but here is a pretty good place to be.

[And it is. The people---at least, in her experience---are mostly good people, there are interesting opportunities, and, for being stranded in space? It's comfortable. Still... What she's said is the best she can say and still be honest, since she can't claim she can't imagine what it would be like to be burdened with such expectations. Even though the Earth is alive (or ought to be) seeing it again is... unlikely.]

[Anyway.]

That said, I guess I ought to get on to introductions.

[Into the workshop it is!]

Yeah... It's... not home home but it's... pretty close to it.

[He kind of lingered outside the workshop rather than stride right in. Sorry, he has some nasty memories of Wheekjack, that crazy aft almost snapped his visor in half with his dump robot pomp.]

You know I think I'll... just wait for him out here.

Oh--?

[She pauses, turning in the doorway, and looks Soundwave over. His odd aura betrays him---not with its strangeness, (at least, not right now,) but by showing something, and even at a rough read uncertainty's apparently a lot of it.]

Okay.

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