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[not_toothfairy]

There's a noise like the THX Sound in reverse, and two panels of the wall slide open to reveal the cunningly concealed elevator to the Milli-garage. Ironhide stomps out, muttering to himself. You'd think that humans would understand being given an embassy while they negotiated for access to Cybertronian tech wasn't a license to stuff the embassy

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[a_mere_child]

In an unexpected reversal, it's actually been longer for Alyx than it has been here. Just over a week has passed in her world since she last set foot in the Bar. It's been a busy week, between repairing D0G, prepping for Thanksgiving, cleaning up after Thanksgiving, and getting a laboratory set up on the Borealis. She hasn't had time to hang out in Milliways. To be honest, she wasn't expecting to be here now, but as long as she's here, she figures she might as well grab some lunch.

[not_toothfairy]

And, possibly, some assistance.

"I understand," rumbles Ironhide, "that you've got a mech in need of some attention."

Manners? They happen to other people.

[a_mere_child]

"Hm?" Alyx looks up. "Oh, hi, Ironhide. Yeah, have you met Skitch?"

[not_toothfairy]

"Little fellow," says Ironhide after a moment's thought. "Drone-sized. Did some of his own upgrades, as I recall. That him?"