A little awkward small talk is still more than no small talk, Optimus.

June grins and drains her cup, setting it down on the nearest rock or whatever. This city's a dump, sorry OP. "I'll take that as a compliment," she says, her face bright. "And I think you don't give yourself enough credit."

She leans back against the rock, running a hand through her hair. She looks a lot better than a few days ago, because now she's at least had a bath. But her new life on Cybertron has definitely changed her, filed away the softness of suburban life. "I'm doing all right, all things considered, I guess. I'd still kill for food that actually tastes like something...but you can't win them all, right?"