A few days after the big chase

[nightwind_benz]

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[nightwind_benz]

She looks around again as she pulls tools out and sets them up neatly where she can get them. Then she frowns as she senses something behind Thunderclash's words. "Oh."

[backupbots]

Whatever it is seems to have passed Incinerator by. He's busy nursing his damage and giving small beeps and clicks to himself.

Thunderclash comes in properly and looks to Nightwind. "Anything I can do to help?"

It's his tagline. He doesn't really expect that there'll be room for two techs here.

[nightwind_benz]

"Um...." She thinks about what she's got. "I think I've got everything. But thanks."

[backupbots]

"Right. Uh..." He reaches into subspace and retrieves a disk. "I have something I thought you might want."

[nightwind_benz]

Nightwind pauses to look up at him again, tilting her head quizzically.

[backupbots]

Thunderclash holds out the pad. "Just some names of people who know the reacing scene around here." Ones she hasn't met, but he's not in the mood to clarify that and spare Incinerator's ego. "You might want to know who to call on."

[nightwind_benz]

"Oh... thanks." She takes it and subspaces it, shivering a little as she remembers the end of her last race.

[backupbots]

Thunderclash gives her a nod and a beep. "I hope it helps. Now, I'll let you work your magic while I go keep an appointment." He gestures farewell with a hand and ducks out.

[nightwind_benz]

"Okay...." She watches him, her visor flickering thoughtfully as she tries to convince herself that he's not scary. Spiral says he's okay, and she trusts Spiral....

[backupbots]

Incinerator shifts on his seat. "Hey, how about those repairs?"

[nightwind_benz]

Nightwind's visor blinks, and she turns back to him. "Right. Lets see exactly what's damaged...."

Very softly, her radio starts to play.

[backupbots]

All the real damage seems to be to the nose end of his car-mode, and he holds still to let her examine it, wincing.

[nightwind_benz]

"Yeah," she says, starting the job by temporarily overriding his pain sensors. "This'll be easy. Where were you, anyway?"

[backupbots]

"Oh," he says, the word sounding excessively relieved as the override takes effect, "you know. Just cruising around at a few hundred miles-per-hour, going round the block... turned a corner and some huge-aft Decepticon's setting down in front of me."