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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"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.