Awaiting approval at ink_city

[prime_predacon]

It's not bad enough that you are sending me to a place with creatures that make less sense than a Quintesson with multiple personalities, but you're sending me there injured? Why couldn't you just leave me in that spark-forsaken jungle? It'd certainly be less dangerous than winding up anywhere near those strange Decepticons from that other universe!

[A moment is taken to turn it over in her processor, and begrudingly, she admits the one thing she can be thankful for in hopes of keeping from exacerbating the situation.]

I suppose I should be grateful that you're allowing me the dignity of keeping my helm...