Femme at work
Over by the kitchen, against the wall, a Blackout of curious construction is laying, her shell crisscrossed with welds and a couple of gaping wounds. Through one of these her spark is visible, and it is on this one that the young hybrid femme named Hormah is working, assisted by a tall, skinny, sad-eyed and long faced bot with no faction symbol.
"Gimme t' wire brush." She reaches out a hand, then takes it and starts to scrub vigorously at the remains of what looks like flexible concrete that befouls the larger femme's armor as the skinny bot does the same in another place. As she works she loudly plays a dance tune. Despite the music she's well aware of what's going on around her, and keeping an eye out for the ones who promised to come and help her finish this job.
"Gimme t' wire brush." She reaches out a hand, then takes it and starts to scrub vigorously at the remains of what looks like flexible concrete that befouls the larger femme's armor as the skinny bot does the same in another place. As she works she loudly plays a dance tune. Despite the music she's well aware of what's going on around her, and keeping an eye out for the ones who promised to come and help her finish this job.