TG 'verse. Repair bay, Imperial Palace of Chaar.

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Rumble looks around as he and Asia arrive in Pitstop's repair bay with the femme called Showtime, then steps back hastily as two of the medic's assistants lift the blue femme to a stretcher.

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Showtime managed a sheepish smile, trying to keep Runt from toppling over completely in her arms. Lowering the volume of her voice, she replied, "I think I was out for a long time...Poor thing must've been keeping watch the whole time..."

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"Yeah. He does that. Do you need something?"

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"Er..." Showtime carefully repositioned Runt so he wouldn't fall out of her arms, before smiling sheepishly again, "Someone to get him to his quarters?"

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"Oh. Just kick him in a corner out of the way. He'll wake up in a couple megacycles."

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"Er..." Showtime sighed, before moving over to an out-of-the-way corner and gently setting Runt on the floor.

She turned to face the other set of optics, a small frown on her face. "Just how long was I out?"

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The little Seeker curls up as she lays him down, looking tiny, forgotten, and forlorn in his baby independence.

"I don't know," says the mech on the other side of the door. "I just got here. Lady Threnody says nobody supposed to talk to you other than Runt till she gets out of the meeting she's in."

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"Oh..." Showtime's doorwings droop a bit. She frowns a bit more, trying to confirm if her chronometer is correct. If it is, she was out for a long time...and is it her imagination, or is she hearing things clearer than before?

Her expression turns to one of concentration as she checks each and every one of her systems and subroutines. Her doorwings raise as she notices something that she hadn't been expecting. It seems someone was tinkering with her processor recently...going by what her diagnostics are telling her, whoever it was repaired something and removed something else...

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Runt jerks awake then and tries to sit up. "No... gotta... assignment... on the job...."

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Showtime's attention is diverted from her self-diagnostics to the Seeker sparklet, whom she approaches and sits down by. She smiles a little, watching Runt with curiosity. She has never personally had experience in dealing with young transformers of any faction, but that's not about to stop her from trying to befriend the young Galvatronian.

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"I'm s'posed to take care of you, 'n be your friend till the lady can come," he tells her with blurry earnestness, his optics flickering as he manfully fights falling back into recharge. "Gotta... gotta do my job."

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Showtime smiles, before reaching over and gently rubbing Runt's shoulder, "You're doing a good job." She's being honest about what she says as well.