Oct 22, 2010 11:37
Oceanglide is standing just far enough from the water's edge to count as 'within the Sign area'. He’s toying with something written with a datapad, tapping away as he cross-references and rearranges and pauses to murmur a line aloud to himself, sometimes in English, sometimes in the mechanical sounds of Cybertronian. Once or twice he makes a melodic series of whistle-beeps.
The Minicon looks up, remembering why he originally came here (before inspiration struck). “Ah. Nexus. What does species loyalty mean to you? How do you value it?”
He pauses on that - and then lets out, exasperated, "Why?”