Poke poke poke

[system_dp]

Who: Miria and anyone who wants to poke her.
What: Robot girl is doing stuff I guess.
Where: Most likely near a terminal that's been fixed???
When: Now. B|
Warnings: None, yet.

Anyone who spotted her would either see a small red and white jet, which is when she's flying around and trying to scout out this weird planet. Or, the rare times she's not airborne, a short robot with jet-kibble and very human looking bits that aren't covered by the armor.

Which actually, at this moment that's what anyone will see. A barely ten foot tall robot poking at one of the terminals that remain and seeming to be completely focused on it. Only not really, as any slight sound or movement gets a quick response from her, a laser cannon on her one arm ending up pointed in the direction before she resumes her terminal poking.

Comments

[pharma]

Pharma just stares for a moment before scoffing quietly. Is she calling him a liar?

"Someone hasn't been around for very long, because as far as I know, Cybertronians require medics. Otherwise, I'd have been out of a job a long time ago." His wings tense up, almost indignantly. "I can't exactly carry an entire lab with me. My alt mode is for convenience of actually getting to anyone that's injured."

[system_dp]

"Oh. You are like the one named Pipes."

Man, Miria should probably just assume any giant robots she runs into here are Cybertronians. Even though that could be a bad idea.

"This Unit believes that a medic that is a true medic should be properly equipped for transporting the injured to a proper medical facility."

A pause.

"Instead of being overtly... flashy?" She doesn't sound sure if flashy is the word she wants to use, but there you go.

[pharma]

That name sounds vaguely familiar, but Pharma dismisses it. Probably no one important. The fact that Miria described him as 'flashy' takes more precedent over that, and he crosses his arms, frowning. "I took this mode in preparation for combat situations, for the most part. Transportation is vital in the middle of war."

[system_dp]

And she's tilting her head once more, completely clueless that she may have made Pharma upset.

"Then wouldn't a different flight capable form be preferable?" she asks, starting to move so she can walk around Pharma. "Unless the Cybertronian was being prepared to partake in combat instead of tending to injuries?"

[pharma]

"Not if I can help it, necessarily, but --" Pharma starts turning around to keep an eye on Miria, not entirely sure why she's on the move now but slightly unnerved by it. "But sometimes you have to be flexible. Plenty of mechs out there that aren't afraid to try and shoot down a medic if they see one."

[system_dp]

She's not working on the terminal so she is going to focus on the other thing of interest. Which is you, Pharma. And hey, at least she's put her weapon away now.

"To this Unit's minimal knowledge of war," because she's never been in one. "They tend to have some kind of parley for medical staff of either side. Do Cybertronians not partake in such agreements?"

[pharma]

"Not during this war, they didn't. Decepticons especially tend not to care about terms like 'parley'. Or 'surrender', for that matter. Most of them are thugs that just want to destroy everyone and everything around them."

His tone shifts towards the 'disgusted' spectrum of emotion at the word 'Decepticons', moving away from the previous suspicion now that her weapon is down.