If Nautica was awake, she was probably out and about, doing the hands-on engineering tasks the more science-oriented members of the Cybertronian brain trust rarely got around to. Since the elder Shockwave's arrival, she'd had his extremely efficient and often worrisome help, but that just meant she could get more accomplished. The more exhausted she was when she finally surrendered to the need to recharge, the less time she had to think about...well, anything, really.

While Wing was seeking out new friends, Nautica was in a trench dug by Shockwave's drones, working on getting their new, better energon distribution system up and running. Good thing a Camien engineer was used to doing more with less--even if a few months on the well-equipped Lost Light had started to spoil her--because the salvaged flow regulator she was repairing was proving recalcitrant at best.

"Oh, come on!" The exasperated shout was followed by the clang of metal on metal as Nautica kicked the device's housing. That was totally a valid engineering procedure. Don't question her.