Nexus. By the sign. Reporting

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Arcee watches Ratchet walk away from the alternate Prowl and the human woman, waiting till he drew near the couch before she stood and went to meet him, holding out the datachip that she'd come to deliver and offering him a slight smile. She hopes it doesn't look tired.

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The sound from the direction of Blue's causes Ratchet to glance that way for a second or two, but odd happenings are common place in the Nexus and related areas. He dismisses it after a moment. "I haven't been by the other hub recently. As I said, things have been a little too messy on our end to monitor that area. I don't typically concern myself with it, though, because none of the Facility soldiers or whitecoats have ever been sighted there; it somehow seems to a Cybertronian and related area, only. As for whatever 'Cons are wandering around there... There might not be an anti-violence field, but it's not the sort of place I'd expect a load of trouble from, either. Not that I really keep track of what happens to Decepticons unless I have some sort of personal ties to them."

He shrugs and manages a small smirk. "As for the race... Just wondered if you knew anything at all. It was probably best you didn't go. Had you gone on the fritz again, you would have had a very grouchy medic tending to you."

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"It's just Hormah knocking over drunks again." Arcee shrugs, then realizes that she'd confused her topics and clarifies. "Ack. I must be getting senile. That last bit I was talking about was that alternate reality that's similar to ours. Not that you're interested in it." She snorts. "I hadn't realized that black femme was supposed to be human. Anyway."

Then a slight trace of humor shows in her optics. "A fate worse than going offline." She sobers. "Don't worry. I rarely even go out into the Nexus anymore. I'm being good."

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"I honestly wouldn't know much about it. Prowl mentioned something at one point about a reality similar to ours, but didn't expand on it, likely because Decepticon activity went through the roof just after. I can only assume those two back by the sign have something to do with said reality, based on what he's said, what I've seen and what you've said," Ratchet admits with a light huff. "Truthfully, I hesitate to know more than absolutely necessary. There's no guarantee that our world runs parallel to theirs. If their future is anything like my future? I don't want to know. It'd cause more problems than it would solve, more than likely."

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Arcee glances toward the sound of another drunk being knocked over, smirking despite herself. What was it about mech ego that never chose to believe they could be bested by a little femme, even when they could barely stand up on their own?

"Yes. That's the same femme that he met. The other one's with their Bulkhead, and is some sort of female Constructi... bot that used to be a dump truck." She shrugs. "I haven't seen or heard anything about an Arcee from that reality, so I don't think it's very close to ours. And none of our mechs have mentioned Megatron taking up with a big black femme, which is a popular topic of conversation for that dump truck femme, and unless I'm mistaken, is the femme over in the dressing room."

She stops and looks at the sixteen foot red-orange hybrid who wanders over to grin at her and offer her a Cybertron Sunrise. "As if I'd take stolen energon."

"I bought t'is," asserts the young femme, giving her a cheeky grin.

"With stolen credit." Arcee snorts.

"Nope, couch money. I keeps track, me son."

"I don't want it anyway. Oh, and someone's looking for you." Arcee nods toward Prowl and the woman.

Hormah looks that way with a frown, then looks at Ratchet and tells him 'hey' before wandering off again.

"Sorry." Arcee turns back to him.

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Ratchet watches and listens as Arcee deals with the other femme. He does little more than nod at the short greeting before resuming his conversation with Arcee.

"There are only two femmes in Detroit that we're aware of, still. One of them is Blackarachnia and the other is Kay. Perhaps events unfolded differently for those in that other reality, although as I said, details are not things I'd like to know. There is such a thing as same catalyst, different outcome. Besides, the idea of Megatron having a significant other of any kind is just plan horrifying. He's bad enough with Blitzwing and Lugnut following him around."

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"Yes," she says distractedly, then looks at him squarely. "Ratchet... how necessary is this data collection that I'm doing?"

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Ratchet sighs, folding his arms over his windshield. "Arcee, you know I'm not going to ask you to do things you don't want to do, though is there's any information on that chip that might betray the location of Site Xavier, it'll be of use to us. We've had several encounters with with Facility people, as you know... And likely as you know, only a few have ever really been good ones. Even Bumblebee couldn't anger one of their soldiers into accidentally dropping some information. Two others gave us a bit of information, but not enough to really do much with. I'm sure we miss things, however, since we can't always be here. If someone from Xavier comes through and we miss them, well...we missed them. The only way we'll know after the fact, obviously, is if someone can somehow let us know if anything of interest happened while they were here."

Frowning, he meets her gaze. "This doesn't have to be your problem if you don't want it to be. For us, this is extremely personal. Maybe it borderlines on obsession, a bunch of wasted energy for a cause mostly lost, but we're still not ready to call it quits."