Slipstream is honestly reminded of no one she has ever seen or met, and no one Starscream has ever seen or met, and so she has no idea how much trouble she could be in.
But she has been on Earth, and absorbed the idea that pink is a soft, gentle color; she squints at this Autobot, and decides either Earth must be direly wrong, or this femme is terrible at picking paintjobs to match her personality.
"You're just bursting with cheer, aren't you?" she asks, tone sardonic. "Why's everyone gotta end up the same way, Pinky? You could end up going that way and me going this way and neither of us bothering the other-- it'd be better for both our healths, believe me." She looks the little Autobot over, and continues, "What do you think you could do to me, anyway? Prick me with those little needles you've got there? You're barely up to my ankle, smallfry."
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But she has been on Earth, and absorbed the idea that pink is a soft, gentle color; she squints at this Autobot, and decides either Earth must be direly wrong, or this femme is terrible at picking paintjobs to match her personality.
"You're just bursting with cheer, aren't you?" she asks, tone sardonic. "Why's everyone gotta end up the same way, Pinky? You could end up going that way and me going this way and neither of us bothering the other-- it'd be better for both our healths, believe me." She looks the little Autobot over, and continues, "What do you think you could do to me, anyway? Prick me with those little needles you've got there? You're barely up to my ankle, smallfry."
Slipstream, no.