Ambulon is doing exactly the same thing. Days of being exposed to the spore and infected mechs have left him raw and wanting. The medibay was certainly not the most private place to self service, and he found himself more often than he would care to admit, sneaking off to the wash rack for a quick overload when the heat became too much to ignore. But, after a few close calls, Ambulon decides to go elsewhere to seek privacy.

Unfortunately for him, privacy is exactly what he’s not getting as he walks into the “abandoned” building only to practically bump into a strange mech with his spike in hand.

“Ohh god. Sorry. So sorry. I didn’t realize this building was already occupied.”

His hand flies up to shield his eyes and protect Wing’s modesty.