[Taking Caroline's advice and not staying in his hologram form for extended periods of time, Starscream decides to show his face around Ink City once again. Although not to do anything menacing yet. He seems a bit preoccupied with a bunch of papers (which look microscopic to him--thank Primus for extremely accurate optics) that he's pinned down to the side of an apartment. They were Six's drawings, and ever since Six's prophecy about the well, he's been putting more and more consideration into these scribbles. The little stitchpunk had a gift, and he was not about to cast it aside as mere coincidence. As he paces back and forth, he gives a brief glance at the drawings every once in awhile. The one with the unfinished box he wasn't so concerned about, however
this one worried him. There was just something in his spark that froze whenever he looked at it.]
Where is Soundwave when I need him?! He was always better at deciphering this scrap.
[He'd never outright ask someone for help, but maybe he'll bump into someone that would stop and look at a giant robot talking to himself. Or hear him over the communicator. He's been known to monologue.]