Even someone as sociable as June needs a break from the party sometime -- especially when you're supposed to be keeping an eye on everyone. Well, she's a self-appointed chaperone, anyway, but someone has to keep watch on these overgrown teenagers.

It's quieter out aways from the forum, and June's tiny shoes crunch on the gravel as she comes to stand next to Optimus, holding a little cup of Miranda's space vodka. "You know, the Optimus I knew was never much of a party person, either."