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[backupbots]

A tiny (read: human-size) grey and purple jet-former flies down by the sign. He glances past it for a moment, then turns to the Nexus at large and studies it keenly as he fulfills the question requirement.

"What do you want?" he asks, curiosity lacing his earnest voice. "And if it's not the same thing - what do you need?"

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[random_xtras]

-More painkiller,- comes an absent reply from his own mind.

[backupbots]

Thunderclash doesn't move at the answer. Later. Can't afford to be sluggish now.

[random_xtras]

-Hrrm. And it's a bad time to snuggle.- The sound of metal grinding against metal comes from behind the sign and she snaps alert. -What?-

"(Owww, no. Leggo and let me pull back... ack! I can't!)" comes a familiar beeping.

"(Bilge! Where's your torch?)" asks an equally familiar, gruffer tone.

[backupbots]

Thunderclash is already darting towards the noise. He catches hold of the edge of the sign and leans around, hovering half a foot from the ground. "Nightwind? Bender? It's me!"