Chapter Two
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Title: Someone Loves Sari
Rating: Porn in later chapters
Thank you, Lessu for editing this o3o
Summary: Sari keeps getting gifts, but she has no clue who they’re from.
Sari really likes buying pretty clothes sometimes, and she goes through them like crazy if she's having to transform a lot. The metal skirt thing tends to shred apart any pants she might have been wearing, so she tends to go with dresses and thigh-high tights instead. Those tend to survive, and if they're the right size, they sometimes jump into this weird little subspace pocket made just for them and will come back when she slips back into her fleshy form.
The subspace is really small though, and pants and stuff do tend to get ripped up in embarrassing ways.
She's rifling through a rack of the latest fashion in dresses, wondering why everything is so fragging ugly this season, when there's a roar of a jet engine outside and screams of "Decepticon!" from nearby people.
She sighs loudly, glad that she only just started, and doesn't actually have anything picked out yet. She transforms as she walks out of the shop, wondering which bot she's going to have to try dealing with. She freezes in shock to see Blitzwing carefully walking on the street, even going out of his way not to step on anyone. By now people know that Decepticons don't really care about who's there and try to get out of the way as fast as possible, but that doesn't mean that people don't get stepped on.
Seeing the triple-changer actively avoid the sidewalks is as bizarre as it is welcome.
She starts to put her hand to her temple to com the guys when Blitzwing squeals happily, flipping from Icy to Random, and dashes to a store. She curses at the sight of the bot trying to figure out how to open a door without damaging it, she'd thought stores had stopped displaying dolls in windows.
Moving to a better viewpoint, she sees that there isn't any dolls in the window. Not any that Random likes, anyway - just teddybears and toy soldiers - but there is the little sign declaring they have girl toys. Looks like they're going to have to change all the signs again in attempt to keep the bot out.
The bot gives up on a peaceful way to pry the door open and instead yanks it off its hinges, setting it carefully right beside the opening while he bends down and reaches inside, pulling out a handful of dolls in tiny boxes. His stash of stolen goods gets tucked into his subspace, and Blitzwing picks up the door and leans it back in the doorway where it once stood, adjusting it so it's less crooked, but still just as unattached.
There's going to be a very angry shop owner later in the day.
She walks over to the mech while sending a text message for the guys to head over. "You need to put those back."
The triple-changer gasps at her theatrically, "It is ze little techno-organic!" The mech's glossa flicks out at her, "You are looking very shiny today."
If she didn't know that Random didn't just do that to a lot of bots right now, she'd say he's hitting on her in the odd bot way. "And you still need to put those back."
He pouts at her, "I do not zink I will. Zey are too pretty to be stuck in a store, and not wiz other dollies."
"They will end up with other dolls when someone buys them and takes them home."
Biltzwing vents a sad little sigh, "Nein. Zey will come home wiz me, and I will introduce zem to my ozer dollies and zen we shall have a tea party!" He cackles madly, and materializes a tiny tea cup from subspace, filled with strange purple liquid, "Would you like a cup of tea?"
She takes the cup when he shoves it at her and peers into the liquid. It's really almost violet in shade, and it looks like it has the texture of cream. "Yeah, I'm not sure this is actually edible, Blitzwing."
He crouches down so they are face to face, "It is from Megatron's private storage!" He puts a finger to his mouth, "Do not tell anyone, ja? You can keep it, zough."
She blinks at him, "I don't know what it is."
He gasps at her, "You do not? It is energon! Ze highgrade energon!" He pushes it to her with one finger, "Ze best highgrade. I zink you will like it, ja?"
She pushes it back, "No. I'm not going to be drinking something you hand me, crazy-boy."
Blitzwing dips his long glossa in the cup and then hands it back to her. "Zere. Now you know it is not poisoned."
Had he really just . . . she shakes her head and pushes it back, "Now I know you just shoved your glossa in it and made it completely gross." His glossa is long and bizarre and you don't just drink something someone else shoved their tongue in.
Pouting, the triple-changer sulks for a klik before his optics brighten, and Sari finds herself lifted up and kissed. That glossa flicks over her closed lips and then Random cackles, "Zere, now we have had a kiss and you can drink from ze cup."
She shudders in horror when she's set down, giving him a grossed out look. "You... You just..."
He cackles again, "I kissed you!" He pushes the cup back in her hands, "And now you will drink ze energon, ja?"
She pushes it back, wiping her mouth off with the back of her arm, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
There's a flip, and she's surprised to see Icy instead of Hothead. The bot smirks at her, "I am looking for ze Allspark fragment, little bot. I just got distracted."
"There aren't any fragments around here," she grumbles, because she would know if there were. She can feel them. "If you're slagging done, you should just put the dolls back and go. That way-" she's cut off by being picked up a second time, another mouth pressing over hers. Since she's mid-shout at that point, her mouth is open, and Icy takes the opportunity to thrust his glossa inside, sweeping over her tongue. When he breaks the kiss, one of his optic ridges is raised.
"You have a surprisingly sweet taste for a techno-organic. Kissing Blackarachnia is far less pleasant." A curious servos slides up her legs and fingers touch her thighs under her metal skirt. "I would not mind doing zis wiz you again."
She charges up her servos and blasts him in the face, it doesn't exactly damage him but does get the message through. "Don't you touch me!"
She starts to wriggle out of his arms at the sound of another flip, and Hothead yanks her into another kiss. She kicks the mech in the face when she pulls away, and curses loudly when one of her ponytails snaps off. The mech flips to Random again, out of shock, "You broke your headfin!"
It barely even hurts, and she scowls, reflexively twitching her functional pigtail antenna. "Shut up and let go of me, you fragging asshole bot." She twists in his servos, and he drops her. Sari backs rapidly out of reach of him. "You know that stupid thing is going to be all over the news." She rubs her optics, "Fragger. Now I have to explain to my dad that I don't need, like, counseling to deal with random kisses from fragger bots."
The mech makes a soft sound, "I should take you to ze medic." He picks up the pigtail and taps it against her helmet in a futile attempt to reconnect it. "Maybe Lord Megatron will know how to do zat?" There's a flip to Hothead, "But zen he will try to take you from me!" And a flip to Icy, "But he is very knowledgeable about zings like zis."
She kicks him in the servo, managing to stop getting held just barely, "I'm not going to Megatron, you fragger!" She darts out of his reach, really wishing she'd have brought her jetpack instead of walking.
She decides to take refuge in an alleyway that is too narrow for Blitzwing to access, and the bot shoves himself up against the entrance, reaching in to try and grab her, "Nein, you need to come wiz me so zat we can repair you!" His fingers sweep and curl just in front of her, and she edges further back to avoid him. "Please come out, little bot. You must be hurting, and we can fix zat."
"Frag off," she growls, blasting his servo with energy.
He curses, but keeps trying to reach. "Nein. You are damaged, and not zinking clearly. I will take you wiz me, and you can stay in my room safely."
She's about to curse at him again when there's a shout of, "Blitzwing!" She knows there are other times she's been just as relieved to hear Optimus's voice, but she can't think of one. "You will leave her alone!"
There's a flip to Hothead, and the mech pulls away from her to yell at the bots, "Nein! She is injured, and I will fix her! You can not have her!"
"Injured? You've injured her?" Bumblebee growls, and there's a sudden loud crackle of eletricity and Blitzwing is jerking back and cursing at his smoking, stinging armor. "You get the frag away from Sari!"
She slips out of the alley and into the comforting circle of her teammates and family. "You got here just in time," she says with a grin, and Optimus gasps, lifting a tremulous servo to point at her head.
"Y-your headfin. . ."
She waves a servo, "Yeah, yeah, it broke off. Can we ge-"
The next thing she knows, she's being handed to Ratchet by Prowl, and the ninjabot is glaring absolute murder at Blitzwing. "I'll go help them take care of him, you fix her up, Ratchet."
And he's gone while she sits in the ambulancebot's arms.
Ratchet looks down at her with a scowl, "Why aren't you curled up in a ball crying? Do I need to up your pain receptors like I did Optimus?"
She shoves at his arms. "I'm fine. It barely hurts at all. I mean, it's just like, hair or something. If it's dead stuff when I'm human, I don't see why it would suddenly get super sensitive when I'm a bot. I bet it's just wired differently than your normal bot parts."
Ratchet touches the sparking connection where the pigtail had been attached and prods at it with a little tool while the rest of the bots attack Blitzwing, who seems rather reluctant to actually fight back. "You've got some exposed wires. At the very least, those should be stinging like slag."
She shrugs, "I'm fine. It isn't the best feeling, but it isn't like I can't deal with it."
He sighs at her, using another tool to carefully fix the broken wires. "I'm going to need the headfin before being able to replace it. You aren't exactly made of readily available materials."
She makes a face, "Well, I think Blitzwing put it in his subspace. We aren't going to be able to get that back. If worse comes to worse, I'll just remove the other one. They aren't really more than decorations."
Ratchet flicks the back of her helmet with a finger. "Don't even think about it. If we have to, we'll build you a new one. It's tiny, and we've got enough scrap laying around to do it." He studies her for a klik, "Not sure if we've got the paint that'll match you, but we'll give it a shot."
Blitzwing curses loudly in the distance and there's a roar of engines again as the bot takes off and leaves. Good riddance to him, Sari thinks. She still can't believe he kissed her. Three times. "So, uh, did you happen to see anything before you got here?"
Ratchet gives her a questioning glance, "See what?"
Oh good, they hadn't seen her being kissed by the giant Decepticon. "Nothin'."
When she transforms back from bot mode, she keeps from cursing when she sees herself in the mirror. She's missing a ponytail. It looks like someone just chopped it off with a knife, leaving the ends all jagged and terrible. She's glad she's home when she did this, not wanting to deal with whatever nonsense the guys would come up with, and kinda curious about what she'd get in the package for today.
Today's box is sitting next to her, and she's debating if she should open it before she changes outfits to go to a hair stylist or after she changes. Deciding that putting off gifts is for suckers, she flops down on the bed, and turns on the tv before grabbing the box.
She's really starting to wonder who's sending her all this stuff, but she's not one to look a gifthorse in the mouth. The present is done up in baby pink paper with a bow the exact same shade as a cube of energon. Inside the box is another box, and Sari scowls at it.
"If this is one of those russian nesting boxes, I'm going to hunt whoever's giving this stuff to me and put them in a box." Luckily, there are no further boxes, and inside the second box is a tiny, delicate figurine made out of glass. It takes her a second to recognize that the tiny glass girl is her.
She smiles at her pigtails on it, wondering vaguely the person will send a replacement when they see her new haircut after she gets it. She's putting it up on a shelf when she hears something horrible on the tv. "-ari Sumdac with the well known Decepticon robot called Blitzwing."
She tunes out the commentary for a moment, only watching in horror as it shows Blitwing holding her tightly and kissing her. She picks up that the anchors are stressing how she is clearly the victim and was heard telling Blitzwing to put the stolen goods back.
They're usually pretty good about not slandering the Sumdacs too much, because her dad has a mega-awesome corp of lawyers that are practically foaming at the mouth for victims. Of course, she wouldn't care if they were slandering her right now, as long as it was something other than her getting molested on live tv.
Because that means that-
Her internal com chimes, and Sari sighs, opening the line, "Yes, Optimus?"
"You were assaulted by Blitzwing that way and you didn't even tell us?"
She waves a hand, not that he can see it, "You took care of it. I'd prefer if they wouldn't show that clip of all three of his personalities doing it again, but that's really too much to hope for." She's most likely going to have to go out in a public show and fraggin' talk about it. She'd like to decline any invites, but she'll have to go. Maybe she'll take Optimus with her or something.
"You should have told us! We need to check your code to make sure he didn't use his glossa to hack you or something!"
She blinks at the wall, "... can that actually happen?"
"We can't rule it out when Random has such an odd looking glossa."
Sari is pretty sure she doesn't have any access ports in her mouth. "Nah. I'm fine. You should use your time on something useful, like not scanning me to see if I was hacked by a tongue."
"Glossa," Optimus automatically corrects, and Sari snorts.
"It's the same difference. You say po-tay-toe, I say po-tah-toe." She holds the tiny glass figurine up to the light, and her eyes widen a bit. There's the tiniest bit of blue glass-so tiny it's almost hidden-right where her spark would be. And there's a tiny dot of red right beside it. Her heart, maybe?
He sighs on the other end, "Either way, you need to get over here so we can check on you."
She puts the figure away very carefully, "Not happening. I need to go do damage control from this, and fix my hair. I'll talk to you later." She disconnects the call, and puts a temporary block on everyone but Ratchet. If Ratchet insists on contacting her to yell, then she'll accept it as needed. Until then, she has to change her clothing, and head out to get her hair cut.
Title: Someone Loves Sari
Rating: Porn in later chapters
Thank you, Lessu for editing this o3o
Summary: Sari keeps getting gifts, but she has no clue who they’re from.
Sari really likes buying pretty clothes sometimes, and she goes through them like crazy if she's having to transform a lot. The metal skirt thing tends to shred apart any pants she might have been wearing, so she tends to go with dresses and thigh-high tights instead. Those tend to survive, and if they're the right size, they sometimes jump into this weird little subspace pocket made just for them and will come back when she slips back into her fleshy form.
The subspace is really small though, and pants and stuff do tend to get ripped up in embarrassing ways.
She's rifling through a rack of the latest fashion in dresses, wondering why everything is so fragging ugly this season, when there's a roar of a jet engine outside and screams of "Decepticon!" from nearby people.
She sighs loudly, glad that she only just started, and doesn't actually have anything picked out yet. She transforms as she walks out of the shop, wondering which bot she's going to have to try dealing with. She freezes in shock to see Blitzwing carefully walking on the street, even going out of his way not to step on anyone. By now people know that Decepticons don't really care about who's there and try to get out of the way as fast as possible, but that doesn't mean that people don't get stepped on.
Seeing the triple-changer actively avoid the sidewalks is as bizarre as it is welcome.
She starts to put her hand to her temple to com the guys when Blitzwing squeals happily, flipping from Icy to Random, and dashes to a store. She curses at the sight of the bot trying to figure out how to open a door without damaging it, she'd thought stores had stopped displaying dolls in windows.
Moving to a better viewpoint, she sees that there isn't any dolls in the window. Not any that Random likes, anyway - just teddybears and toy soldiers - but there is the little sign declaring they have girl toys. Looks like they're going to have to change all the signs again in attempt to keep the bot out.
The bot gives up on a peaceful way to pry the door open and instead yanks it off its hinges, setting it carefully right beside the opening while he bends down and reaches inside, pulling out a handful of dolls in tiny boxes. His stash of stolen goods gets tucked into his subspace, and Blitzwing picks up the door and leans it back in the doorway where it once stood, adjusting it so it's less crooked, but still just as unattached.
There's going to be a very angry shop owner later in the day.
She walks over to the mech while sending a text message for the guys to head over. "You need to put those back."
The triple-changer gasps at her theatrically, "It is ze little techno-organic!" The mech's glossa flicks out at her, "You are looking very shiny today."
If she didn't know that Random didn't just do that to a lot of bots right now, she'd say he's hitting on her in the odd bot way. "And you still need to put those back."
He pouts at her, "I do not zink I will. Zey are too pretty to be stuck in a store, and not wiz other dollies."
"They will end up with other dolls when someone buys them and takes them home."
Biltzwing vents a sad little sigh, "Nein. Zey will come home wiz me, and I will introduce zem to my ozer dollies and zen we shall have a tea party!" He cackles madly, and materializes a tiny tea cup from subspace, filled with strange purple liquid, "Would you like a cup of tea?"
She takes the cup when he shoves it at her and peers into the liquid. It's really almost violet in shade, and it looks like it has the texture of cream. "Yeah, I'm not sure this is actually edible, Blitzwing."
He crouches down so they are face to face, "It is from Megatron's private storage!" He puts a finger to his mouth, "Do not tell anyone, ja? You can keep it, zough."
She blinks at him, "I don't know what it is."
He gasps at her, "You do not? It is energon! Ze highgrade energon!" He pushes it to her with one finger, "Ze best highgrade. I zink you will like it, ja?"
She pushes it back, "No. I'm not going to be drinking something you hand me, crazy-boy."
Blitzwing dips his long glossa in the cup and then hands it back to her. "Zere. Now you know it is not poisoned."
Had he really just . . . she shakes her head and pushes it back, "Now I know you just shoved your glossa in it and made it completely gross." His glossa is long and bizarre and you don't just drink something someone else shoved their tongue in.
Pouting, the triple-changer sulks for a klik before his optics brighten, and Sari finds herself lifted up and kissed. That glossa flicks over her closed lips and then Random cackles, "Zere, now we have had a kiss and you can drink from ze cup."
She shudders in horror when she's set down, giving him a grossed out look. "You... You just..."
He cackles again, "I kissed you!" He pushes the cup back in her hands, "And now you will drink ze energon, ja?"
She pushes it back, wiping her mouth off with the back of her arm, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
There's a flip, and she's surprised to see Icy instead of Hothead. The bot smirks at her, "I am looking for ze Allspark fragment, little bot. I just got distracted."
"There aren't any fragments around here," she grumbles, because she would know if there were. She can feel them. "If you're slagging done, you should just put the dolls back and go. That way-" she's cut off by being picked up a second time, another mouth pressing over hers. Since she's mid-shout at that point, her mouth is open, and Icy takes the opportunity to thrust his glossa inside, sweeping over her tongue. When he breaks the kiss, one of his optic ridges is raised.
"You have a surprisingly sweet taste for a techno-organic. Kissing Blackarachnia is far less pleasant." A curious servos slides up her legs and fingers touch her thighs under her metal skirt. "I would not mind doing zis wiz you again."
She charges up her servos and blasts him in the face, it doesn't exactly damage him but does get the message through. "Don't you touch me!"
She starts to wriggle out of his arms at the sound of another flip, and Hothead yanks her into another kiss. She kicks the mech in the face when she pulls away, and curses loudly when one of her ponytails snaps off. The mech flips to Random again, out of shock, "You broke your headfin!"
It barely even hurts, and she scowls, reflexively twitching her functional pigtail antenna. "Shut up and let go of me, you fragging asshole bot." She twists in his servos, and he drops her. Sari backs rapidly out of reach of him. "You know that stupid thing is going to be all over the news." She rubs her optics, "Fragger. Now I have to explain to my dad that I don't need, like, counseling to deal with random kisses from fragger bots."
The mech makes a soft sound, "I should take you to ze medic." He picks up the pigtail and taps it against her helmet in a futile attempt to reconnect it. "Maybe Lord Megatron will know how to do zat?" There's a flip to Hothead, "But zen he will try to take you from me!" And a flip to Icy, "But he is very knowledgeable about zings like zis."
She kicks him in the servo, managing to stop getting held just barely, "I'm not going to Megatron, you fragger!" She darts out of his reach, really wishing she'd have brought her jetpack instead of walking.
She decides to take refuge in an alleyway that is too narrow for Blitzwing to access, and the bot shoves himself up against the entrance, reaching in to try and grab her, "Nein, you need to come wiz me so zat we can repair you!" His fingers sweep and curl just in front of her, and she edges further back to avoid him. "Please come out, little bot. You must be hurting, and we can fix zat."
"Frag off," she growls, blasting his servo with energy.
He curses, but keeps trying to reach. "Nein. You are damaged, and not zinking clearly. I will take you wiz me, and you can stay in my room safely."
She's about to curse at him again when there's a shout of, "Blitzwing!" She knows there are other times she's been just as relieved to hear Optimus's voice, but she can't think of one. "You will leave her alone!"
There's a flip to Hothead, and the mech pulls away from her to yell at the bots, "Nein! She is injured, and I will fix her! You can not have her!"
"Injured? You've injured her?" Bumblebee growls, and there's a sudden loud crackle of eletricity and Blitzwing is jerking back and cursing at his smoking, stinging armor. "You get the frag away from Sari!"
She slips out of the alley and into the comforting circle of her teammates and family. "You got here just in time," she says with a grin, and Optimus gasps, lifting a tremulous servo to point at her head.
"Y-your headfin. . ."
She waves a servo, "Yeah, yeah, it broke off. Can we ge-"
The next thing she knows, she's being handed to Ratchet by Prowl, and the ninjabot is glaring absolute murder at Blitzwing. "I'll go help them take care of him, you fix her up, Ratchet."
And he's gone while she sits in the ambulancebot's arms.
Ratchet looks down at her with a scowl, "Why aren't you curled up in a ball crying? Do I need to up your pain receptors like I did Optimus?"
She shoves at his arms. "I'm fine. It barely hurts at all. I mean, it's just like, hair or something. If it's dead stuff when I'm human, I don't see why it would suddenly get super sensitive when I'm a bot. I bet it's just wired differently than your normal bot parts."
Ratchet touches the sparking connection where the pigtail had been attached and prods at it with a little tool while the rest of the bots attack Blitzwing, who seems rather reluctant to actually fight back. "You've got some exposed wires. At the very least, those should be stinging like slag."
She shrugs, "I'm fine. It isn't the best feeling, but it isn't like I can't deal with it."
He sighs at her, using another tool to carefully fix the broken wires. "I'm going to need the headfin before being able to replace it. You aren't exactly made of readily available materials."
She makes a face, "Well, I think Blitzwing put it in his subspace. We aren't going to be able to get that back. If worse comes to worse, I'll just remove the other one. They aren't really more than decorations."
Ratchet flicks the back of her helmet with a finger. "Don't even think about it. If we have to, we'll build you a new one. It's tiny, and we've got enough scrap laying around to do it." He studies her for a klik, "Not sure if we've got the paint that'll match you, but we'll give it a shot."
Blitzwing curses loudly in the distance and there's a roar of engines again as the bot takes off and leaves. Good riddance to him, Sari thinks. She still can't believe he kissed her. Three times. "So, uh, did you happen to see anything before you got here?"
Ratchet gives her a questioning glance, "See what?"
Oh good, they hadn't seen her being kissed by the giant Decepticon. "Nothin'."
When she transforms back from bot mode, she keeps from cursing when she sees herself in the mirror. She's missing a ponytail. It looks like someone just chopped it off with a knife, leaving the ends all jagged and terrible. She's glad she's home when she did this, not wanting to deal with whatever nonsense the guys would come up with, and kinda curious about what she'd get in the package for today.
Today's box is sitting next to her, and she's debating if she should open it before she changes outfits to go to a hair stylist or after she changes. Deciding that putting off gifts is for suckers, she flops down on the bed, and turns on the tv before grabbing the box.
She's really starting to wonder who's sending her all this stuff, but she's not one to look a gifthorse in the mouth. The present is done up in baby pink paper with a bow the exact same shade as a cube of energon. Inside the box is another box, and Sari scowls at it.
"If this is one of those russian nesting boxes, I'm going to hunt whoever's giving this stuff to me and put them in a box." Luckily, there are no further boxes, and inside the second box is a tiny, delicate figurine made out of glass. It takes her a second to recognize that the tiny glass girl is her.
She smiles at her pigtails on it, wondering vaguely the person will send a replacement when they see her new haircut after she gets it. She's putting it up on a shelf when she hears something horrible on the tv. "-ari Sumdac with the well known Decepticon robot called Blitzwing."
She tunes out the commentary for a moment, only watching in horror as it shows Blitwing holding her tightly and kissing her. She picks up that the anchors are stressing how she is clearly the victim and was heard telling Blitzwing to put the stolen goods back.
They're usually pretty good about not slandering the Sumdacs too much, because her dad has a mega-awesome corp of lawyers that are practically foaming at the mouth for victims. Of course, she wouldn't care if they were slandering her right now, as long as it was something other than her getting molested on live tv.
Because that means that-
Her internal com chimes, and Sari sighs, opening the line, "Yes, Optimus?"
"You were assaulted by Blitzwing that way and you didn't even tell us?"
She waves a hand, not that he can see it, "You took care of it. I'd prefer if they wouldn't show that clip of all three of his personalities doing it again, but that's really too much to hope for." She's most likely going to have to go out in a public show and fraggin' talk about it. She'd like to decline any invites, but she'll have to go. Maybe she'll take Optimus with her or something.
"You should have told us! We need to check your code to make sure he didn't use his glossa to hack you or something!"
She blinks at the wall, "... can that actually happen?"
"We can't rule it out when Random has such an odd looking glossa."
Sari is pretty sure she doesn't have any access ports in her mouth. "Nah. I'm fine. You should use your time on something useful, like not scanning me to see if I was hacked by a tongue."
"Glossa," Optimus automatically corrects, and Sari snorts.
"It's the same difference. You say po-tay-toe, I say po-tah-toe." She holds the tiny glass figurine up to the light, and her eyes widen a bit. There's the tiniest bit of blue glass-so tiny it's almost hidden-right where her spark would be. And there's a tiny dot of red right beside it. Her heart, maybe?
He sighs on the other end, "Either way, you need to get over here so we can check on you."
She puts the figure away very carefully, "Not happening. I need to go do damage control from this, and fix my hair. I'll talk to you later." She disconnects the call, and puts a temporary block on everyone but Ratchet. If Ratchet insists on contacting her to yell, then she'll accept it as needed. Until then, she has to change her clothing, and head out to get her hair cut.