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Nexus. By the sign. Reporting

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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She nods seriously, feeling glad of the modifications she's had done to her emotion circuits as she sees how much Eleven's loss is still affecting him. "I don't think you're being obsessive. Leaving a teammate behind is... something I'm glad that I never had to do. I was only asking because I'm thinking of leaving the Nexus and going somewhere more quiet. The equipment that I've set up will continue to monitor and record. Oh, yes. I nearly forgot."

She pulls out a second chip. "Will you give this to Ultra Magnus?"

Not sure how to take the idea of Arcee leaving the Nexus itself, Ratchet shifts his doorwings back slightly, but finds he can't really argue the idea. The femme does have a condition and the less stress she feels, the better. "You're at a point in your life where you need to do what's best for you. I can't say the Nexus is the most relaxing place I've ever been, so if you've found somewhere better..."

Trailing off, he shutters his optics a moment and then refocus on the second chip before taking it in one hand. "What's on it?"

"It seems to be what the medibot ordered," she says, reminding herself to give a slight, reassuring smile. "There are some old friends there already, and it will get me out of your way so that you can focus on your work in Detroit." The smile grew a little. "I'll write."

She's already got the letters written, and her computer set up to send them at natural seeming intervals over the months (and years, if needed) to come.

Her optics drop back to the chip. "Those codes that Lockdown wanted so badly. I don't know if they're any good anymore, but I don't like to leave a mission unfinished."

"Really? Don't feel up to telling me where you're off to?" It seems a bit odd to him for someone like Arcee to just sort of fade away for a while. Glancing back at the chip, he stashes that one away with the other. "I'll pass it along, but likely the codes are defunct at this point. At lease it's a means to closer, so I'm sure Magnus will take them without argument."

She nods to his last words, forgoing the usual wisecrack about Ultra Magnus that would usually be forthcoming.

"It hasn't got a name," she says instead. "Just a little unofficial resort place with white sand, interesting crystal growths, and a lot of ocean. There aren't any roads, and there are less than a handful of mechs there. Nothing exciting or dangerous."

He can't help but be suspicious about any place he's never been to before, or any place that doesn't have a name with an established reputation. It's simply in his nature to be that way. "Well, sounds like it'd be a good place to escape to for a while. At least it sounds like you'll be safe there."

"Totally safe." She nods, her mind going back to her room over Blue's. "Like I say, nothing exciting or dangerous."

And I thank Primus I don't have to see it, because there's nothing interesting there either, she adds to herself, marveling inwardly on how easy it is to lie when her faceplate can't flush and give her away.

She gives a chuckle. "I should send you a piece of pink crystal."

Ratchet smirks in mild amusement at the thought. "I'm sure me owning anything pink would be a cue for the teasing at home to begin, but whatever. Might add a little more life to my quarters. I'm not the decorator that Bumblebee is, or even Bulkhead since he took up that art stuff."

"Oh, it gets better." She schools her faceplate into a smirk of her own. "If you tap it the right way it sings."

"I...think I could probably do without the singing part. If I do end up with anything of the sort, I'll likely just let it sit and look pretty. The color can remind me of you, too." Ratchet's smirk melts in a more of a genuine smile.

Arcee pauses and looks down at herself with slight surprise, thinking that it's a good thing she's already gotten the crystal and paid Hormah to mail it in a few weeks.

Teasing tone, she decides as she looks back up. "Are you sure that's a good thing?"

"It could remind me of worse Autobots, I'm sure," he replies in a teasing tone of his own. Still not sure how he feels about all this and trying to ignore the little nagging feeling like something isn't quite right, he just continues to roll with the conversation. Sobering up a little, he regards her a bit more seriously. "Joking aside, though, when are you taking your leave? With things as they've been, I'm not even sure I could guarantee that I'd be around to...eh, you know...see you off and all that."

"In the next couple days." She smiles, and hopes that she's managed to make her optics look warm. "It's alright. I'll be catching a ride and I'm not sure of the exact date. I'll send you a message over this when I get there." She pulls a cellphone out of her storage compartment and tosses it to him. "It works between realities."

Then she pauses and looks up at him, her expression thoughtful as she ponders the fact that once the upcoming parting would have had her weeping. "Will you keep up with Kia? She's with that yellow Ratchet's team. The Prime of that reality and his spark-mate have taken her in, but she comes here as regularly as the rest of that bunch do."

Ratchet catches the cell phone and examines it a moment before nodding to her question. "I can certainly try. She's no doubt safer where she is, but I'll pester that bunch every now and again to make sure she's okay. Kia seemed to like me alright, despite my less than pleasant mannerisms a good portion of the time."

He decides not to ask who the ride is... Knowing his luck, it won't be someone he knows. Or she won't say. That makes him frown inwardly, but he tries not to let it show.

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