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[Sam's broadcasting from a seat at Your Place, a milkshake on the table in front of her.]

Having now completed a couple years of it, I'm now pretty sure everyone under a hundred is improvising this 'real adult' stuff. And as for the rest of you? [She grins a crooked little grin, pointing at the camera with a cherry stem.] I've got some suspicions still.

[The broadcast would end there---and does, briefly---but the network's treated to Hiro hijacking Sam's drone to properly inform other Haveners.]

Hey, so, uh, what Sam means is that it's her birthday and she's just being cryptic. So, y'know. Don't let her forget it.

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how bout the gateway nearest Your Place?

That sounds fine to me. I can be there shortly.

appreciated! if i'm not there when you get there i won't be long

No rush, I don't mind waiting for a while if I have to.

[oh there's a rush alright but Sam'll keep that to herself]

thank you! never was speedy. see you soon regardless

See you.

[Drift's totally going to beat her there ngl. He'll be waiting, pacing around a bit uneasy-like. Whatever Sam had wanted, it sounded pretty important.]

[Fortunately, it isn't too terribly long before Sam's striding into sight. She isn't in a red-flag rush, but she's not wasting time, either.]

Hey! Sorry I kept you waiting, and sorry again in advance, because this conversation is going to be a weird one. Also---well, I should say 'hi, how are you?' at least.

[Drift kind of chuckles. oh u]

I'm fine. And don't worry about it, I'm no stranger to weird conversations.

That's good, cause this is gonna go zero to sixty in a sec.

[Sam takes a moment to weigh her opener options---sort of, since she already knows what she wants to open with---and decides to just go for broke.]

This is kind of a personal question, so you're under no obligation to answer if you'd really rather not... but, you haven't been killed in your reality, have you?

[Well this is different. huh. Drift's just going to sit his butt down on the ground so they can chat a little easier.]

Well no, I haven't. I've come really close a few times, but I've been really lucky.

Thank god.

[Hopefully he doesn't mind Sam climbing up on a leg to seat herself, because that's happening. Once settled, she heaves a sigh. The opening for Drift to ask 'why'---if he will---is deliberate, but she's still genuinely relieved to hear the mech's survived so far. He's a good sort.]

[It's all good kid, Drift doesn't mind.]

What brings this up?

[She figured he wouldn't. Once you have a conversation like this, personal space is pretty small potatoes.]

I was talking with Wing, and a bad scene with some slavers came up.

[Oooh that. Drift seems to droop a bit. He still largely blames himself for that entire situation.]

Ah... yeah. What all did he tell you?

[Aw, man. Sam can't help but feel bad for bringing this stuff up, but if she doesn't press on, she'll've brought Drift down without accomplishing anything else. So...]

Not much. I didn't ask for many details, but... the more I think on it, the more I want to know.

What would you be willing to tell me?

Anything, I suppose. I don't have any secrets.

[The piece of armor Sam's sitting on gets an appreciative little pat at that.]

What I really want to know is; who were these slavers? And were they other Cybertronians, or... what?

No, they were organic. I'm not sure if they were natives of the planet I met Wing on or not, but they were trafficking other organics. They were really sturdy for organics, I remember that much.

Shit, but that's a twist. And to hear you say 'really sturdy,' I've gotta ask; what organic is that physically formidable? Would you mind describing them for me?

[As serious as this conversation is, she's having a hard timing imagining something other than a xenomorph queen.]

[I mean she's not too far from the mark]

Mm, well, they were big. About my size and bigger. They were kind of insect like, probably had some sort of exoskeleton, a lot of arms. These particular organics had cybernetic augmentations, explains the sturdiness.

[If she only had a drink in hand, Sam would take a sip to stall, eyebrows up. Since she doesn't have a drink, she instead swears softly to herself in Quebecois.]

Are we talking a lot like six or eight arms, or more than that? Kinda quibbling detail, I know, and I'm sorry, but I'm just a very visual person.

[he gives her kind of an odd look. What's all this about kid]

It was... Four? Four, two pairs. Yeah, and the second pair was kind of small and stubby. What's this all about?

For asking about the arms? I'm just trying to stop picturing something I saw in a movie. For it all...

[Ah, Christ.]

I want to know what to expect if a person from that party ever shows, so I know what I can do if one shows and the situations sours past that. [She holds up both hands in a wordless 'but wait,' hoping to preempt any interruption so she can explain a bit better.] I know that's 'not much,' but it doesn't need to be 'nothing' and having it not be 'nothing' matters a lot to me because Wing matters a lot to me. I don't know the details of what went down past what I've got out of you, but I want to be able to do some deck-stacking without scrambling if it might do anyone any good.

Okay... Well.

[It's kinda been a while since all of that went down let him Think.]

I don't really know what they would do if any of them ended up here, but they're certainly formidable. In large groups especially, but that doesn't make them any less of a threat one on one. Like... you've probably seen Wing and I out training? He beats me pretty much every time, right? He's not a push over.

We lost him to their leader.

I'm sorry.

[The words just... tumble out. Not on reflex, the way they often do---the way 'thanks,' would, or 'you too,'---but because she is sorry, and sorry there's not more to say for the sentiment since two words are just not enough.]

[So, Sam's quiet a beat, considering what she's heard and said.]

...In light of that, I'm hoping what I said for 'if one shows and the situation sours' doesn't sound like so much crazytalk.

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