...Huh?

[dens_extra_pups]

There's a dark blue, visor-wearing femme hiding next to one of the couches, and clutching a very interesting-looking helmet tightly to her chestplating. She glances around every so often, cycling air rapidly and shaking slightly. Anyone familiar with the helmet she's holding will notice a distinct absence of a certain mech from her side...

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[random_xtras]

Footsteps draw near, accompanied by the whisper of metal over metal and the usual faint sounds of a well-run Cybertronian. A tang of energon and of something that can only be described as alive will reach the frightened femme's sensors.

[dens_extra_pups]

Shootout lifts her head, seeking the source of the sounds and the scents. Her grip on the helmet tightens a bit as she hesitantly speaks, "W-Who's there?"

[random_xtras]

"Mein name ist Liedherz," replies a calm alto voice, accompanied by the very faint whir of servos about twenty foot from the floor. "Vhat is yours?"

[dens_extra_pups]

Shootout tilted her head back, hoping she was looking in the general area of the other femme's face, "M-My designation is S-Shootout..."