RiD-verse. Megatron's base. Quiet experiments.

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Liedherz cocks her head and listens to the conversation of the two Decepticons, then wanders over casually and sets down the fuel can she just took out of where she'd hidden it. "Hey, Ro-Tor, vant a drink?"

No, she's not following at Megatron's heels like a puppy right now, or sitting on the arm of his chair and ignoring or arguing with him. She's done both for days and decided that it's time for a break. Mess with Megs' head a little.

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"Hide?" Armorhide snorts. "He's gonna find out anyway: the best they can do is stay out of his way 'til they're back to normal. You'd better hope he doesn't want us for anything," he adds to Movor.

"You don't think."

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She glances up thoughtfully, as though looking at the darkening sky. "Don't vorry, he von't notice."

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And Armorhide looks at her suspiciously - he's the only one paying enough attention to do so. "Yeah? What makes you so sure about that?"

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She only gives the impression of a smirk as she hops down from his shoulder and goes inside to aggravate the boss. Who might actually be thinking he's gotten ride of her by now.

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Armorhide growls and glances at the others. "Inside." And then he stamps off to check on Mega-Octane. Movor and Ro-tor follow, the shuttle-bot grabbing his friend's arm and half-dragging him along.