The young femme is hesitating, her optics going from Perceptor to Random and Sheol. The big femme and the blue mech are her first contacts, and they've been kind to her, but her processor is perking out reasons why it might be best to return to her own reality of origin. Her expression goes pensive as she weighs the pros and cons.

Sheol isn't looking at her. She wants to keep her- yes, very much- but she thinks the younger femme deserves the respect of being left to make her own choice.

"You may also stay," says Perceptor softly. "All we really have to offer you is... well... hardship. Our reality is at war."