Oh, baby...
There's a crowd of 'bots around and in a recently added small nursery wing to the repair building. Most of them haven't seen a newborn baby up close before, a handful of others just want the chance to see this one. Time, Oil, Ice, and Bubble have found advantage to small size in being able to wriggle through the crowd and make their way to where the baby has now been all cleaned up. Her crying at all the earlier fuss is starting to taper off now.
Shadow's moved a bit away from the crowding, out near the front of the warehouse, really just wanting some quiet for a moment. He's still not sure the whole thing is a good idea. And he should change clothes soon. The shirt he's wearing - thankfully, not his favorite with the glow-in-the-dark letters, as it would have hindered shadow travel for the mission - is sticky with a substance that the dark color of the shirt manages to hide the color of. But there's also a small comma-shaped bloody smudge - like the smack of a teeny hand, or perhaps a foot, on one cheek.
Shadow's moved a bit away from the crowding, out near the front of the warehouse, really just wanting some quiet for a moment. He's still not sure the whole thing is a good idea. And he should change clothes soon. The shirt he's wearing - thankfully, not his favorite with the glow-in-the-dark letters, as it would have hindered shadow travel for the mission - is sticky with a substance that the dark color of the shirt manages to hide the color of. But there's also a small comma-shaped bloody smudge - like the smack of a teeny hand, or perhaps a foot, on one cheek.