A few days after the big chase

[nightwind_benz]

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[backupbots]

There's the sound of approaching curses, and Incinerator limps into view... assisted by That Grey Jet, as it happens. The car-former is dented, the car nose that takes up his right arm crumpled nastily.

"...Swear, running into the guy was like hitting a wall. Where'd he even come from?"

"Above, of course," Thunderclash says, taking the smaller mech's weight. "Ramjet and the boats invited him. You just came around the corner at the wrong- oh, Nightwind! Good to see you!"

[nightwind_benz]

She'd frozen as soon as she detected the sounds above her music, her head turning warily as said music went silent. But she relaxes slightly when she sees who it is before she's frowning and hurrying toward them, tool still in hand. "Dude, what happened?"

Seeing something/one broken has had its usual effect of making her forget that she's afraid.

[backupbots]

"Ran full-speed into a slagging huge boat-con," Incinerator grumbles.

"Bad luck," Thunderclash observes.

[nightwind_benz]

"Yeah..." she says absently, running a hand gently over the damage. "But I can fix this, no problem."

[nightwind_benz]

She looks around again as she pulls tools out and sets them up neatly where she can get them. Then she frowns as she senses something behind Thunderclash's words. "Oh."

[backupbots]

Whatever it is seems to have passed Incinerator by. He's busy nursing his damage and giving small beeps and clicks to himself.

Thunderclash comes in properly and looks to Nightwind. "Anything I can do to help?"

It's his tagline. He doesn't really expect that there'll be room for two techs here.

[nightwind_benz]

"Um...." She thinks about what she's got. "I think I've got everything. But thanks."

[backupbots]

"Right. Uh..." He reaches into subspace and retrieves a disk. "I have something I thought you might want."

[nightwind_benz]

She shudders and gives an unhappy beep at the thought of huge Decepticons, but her hands never falter in their quick and sure work. "He's... he's here? In our... part?"

[backupbots]

"I don't know. He could be, or maybe he's gone somewhere else to hang around with his crew. Thunderclash said he's with the Sea Team."

[nightwind_benz]

Nightwind has to pause, her tools grasped absently and her radio going silent as she huddles down a little bit and beeps to herself fearfully. "Maybe I should shut that door."

[backupbots]

Incinerator blinks at her. "It's OK. He couldn't get in even if he was going to try anything. Besides, by now he's probably so drunk he couldn't chase his own aft without falling over."

Incinerator doesn't know much about the boat-cons.

[nightwind_benz]

Nightwind doesn't look up as she replies with a stream of technobabble.

[backupbots]

...It's all lost on Incinerator, since it's about repairs and not something important like aerodynamics. But he watches the last of the damage fade with interest - albeit the uninformed, 'hey, doesn't that look weird!' kind. "That was pretty fast. They should call you Pitstop," he decides.

[nightwind_benz]

"Nah, that's what humans call it when they get rid of the unusable parts of their fuel." She runs her fingertips over the newly undented area, then grabs another tool and switches it on. "Lemme know if this hurts and I'll do more pain blocking."

[backupbots]

"Pah, what do humans know?" Incinerator twitches slightly at the next tool, but he's not about to admit that it stings. "That's not what a pitstop is."

[nightwind_benz]

"Sweet!" She grins and pulls out a fan to make the curing of the primer go faster.

[backupbots]

Incinerator's visor brightens and he gives a self-satisfied beep. "Yeah, you've just gotta be around next time the road's clear enough to make it worth driving on."

[nightwind_benz]

"I'll ask Spiral if it's okay to go out further." She sets the fan aside and starts to sand the primer. "Hey, where are you all the time? You don't seem to be at the hangout as often as some guys."

[backupbots]

"I'm out driving, of course! Cruising the streets, catching up on news..." He waves his free arm. "Scaring the circuits out of any Bulk who jaywalks on my watch..."