Nexus. Arcee's room in the safehouse. Meeting Kia

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Arcee sighs and creaks to her feet, then limps over to her desk and sets the little Bumblebee doll next to the little Ratchet. "Well, that didn't work. Let's hope Ratchet has a better plan, because I don't like how your engine sounds, kid."

As expected there's no reply from the little silver being under her berth, and she sighs and leaves the room to go wait in the common room and see if there's anything worth watching on TV.

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The tip of Ratchet's index finger opens and a small, key-shaped sort of plug extends from it. His other hand finds one of Kia's, fingers intertwining with hers to offer reassurance as he finishes compiling the program he intends to upload. If it works, it should allow the youngster at least the vocabulary usage level of a small child, one who has at least learned how to string words together for basic sentences. It also contains a few needed basics for any Autobot...such as what the insignias of the two Cybertronian factions look like and which one to be wary of.

"Okay, let's see how this works for you." Ratchet plugs into Kia's port, his optics glowing a deeper blue while he determines how easy it will be to get past her personal programming locks. Given how basic she is to start, it doesn't take long for him to bypass her security and initiate the link, uploading the information... Hopefully, her systems will accept the information and she'll gain a sense of clarity.

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Her hand clenches on his with all her comparatively slight strength as her own optics close against the rush of information. At first it's strange, and she doesn't understand, and it hurts... but then her processor starts assimilating the information and she relaxes and frowns with concentration.

And Arcee watches over the rim of her mug, thinking that she's going to have to get Ratchet to take another look at the spark booster at this rate.

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Ratchet watches her carefully, what feedback he is getting about the status of the upload telling him that she has accepted the information and is working with it. The transfer doesn't take long...and once it's through, he backs out of her systems and the port. As his optics regain their normal shade of blue, he arches an optic ridge at Kia to see what she'll do now that she's got some data to work with...

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She will....

Try to look at too much at once and get dizzy and purge her tank on him.

Arcee's optics go 0_o "Slagging pit...."

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"UNGH, SPARKS!" He's been purged on before. Bled on. Spattered with hydrolic fluid.

But that never makes the next time it happens any better.

Temper...hold your temper! Ratchet sighs and removes Kia from his lap, sitting her on the floor. "Arcee... Towels or something if you've got 'em. Slag..."

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"Right." She gets to her feet and hurries out. A moment later the sound of laughter comes from over by the counter as she stops to think of the look on Ratchet's face.

Kia is frozen with surprise, trying to figure out just what happened here. Her brow ridges draw together as she processes what happened and what the new programming suggests.

Then she squeaks slightly, and that little doll voice says, "Sorry? Ratchet?"


((*flailing with laughter* Poor Ratchet.))

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Ratchet facepalms as he hears the laughter, thankfully with a hand untouched by the contents of Kia's tank.

As Kia apologizes however, he glances up at her in surprise. Well, he supposes, the fact that she was just able to realize what she did and say sorry for it rather makes up for the mess. Ratchet can't quite manage a smile, though. "You didn't mean to do it. ...are you able to process what I'm saying to you?"

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Her brow draws up in a very intent frown as she looks up at him. Process....

"Yes?" She's really not sure.

Arcee comes in then with a basin in her hands. The basin holds warm water liberally laced with lemon scented dish soap, and a big loopy pink car sponge thinger. "Here, lets get that off you."

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Ratchet's not so sure Kia's sure, either. He regards her with an appraising look, deciding that the word "process" itself may have gone over her head. Well, at least she's talking.

"Do you feel alright?" he finally asks the young femme.

As Arcee returns, the medic can't help but toss her a grateful look. The energon hadn't been in Kia's tank long, but it had already started breaking down for use. "The sooner the better. I think the last time I got purged on was long before I joined Prime's crew. Wasn't fun then, either."