Chromia
A portal opens, and a nine foot tall silver Autobot femme walks through. She pauses to look around with faded optics, then glances over her shoulder to check on the occupants of the room she just left before walking over to sit on the arm of a compatibly sized couch.
"What do ya do when all the reasons y' have ta hold on just don't register anymore?"
"What do ya do when all the reasons y' have ta hold on just don't register anymore?"