"Itchy," Nautica protested as Megatron put soft stresses on welds her self-repair hadn't fully integrated yet, causing twinges along the seams that should have been painful, but thanks to the dampers, merely felt very odd. She let Megatron do his exam with no more interference than sotto voce grumbling.

Right up until she noticed Impactor's reflection in a diagnostic screen and all bets were off as she pushed herself up on an elbow and twisted awkwardly to look at him over one shoulder, or as much of him as she could see past Megatron. She might connect Impactor's name to the Wreckers once they were introduced, but for the moment he was just a new person...one with excellent fashion sense.

"Megatron," she stage-whispered, "who's your friend with the classy paint job?" Nautica winked at Impactor and pointed an approving finger-gun. Hey.