[But why so many keys? He will admit, he eyes them. They look more like scrap metal, and it's been a while since he had the chance to restock his ammunition supply. Not to mention... heal up the gaping hole in his chest armor.]
[The name earns a blink, and a scowl. It's not in his databanks, and, if it was in rural Maine, it should be. Unless the maps he'd downloaded had been completely off.]
Yeah... never heard of it. Not in any of my databases.
[Her hometown? Her 'bad neighborhood'? Another slow look around -- and she really wasn't kidding. Their new prison was a true improvement, as far as he could tell.]
[Unfortunately, tact isn't something he has to spare. When he speaks again, it's direct, and blunt as a rusty spoon. As usual, pretty much.]
... Your hometown looks worse than mine.
[And Megatron had worked Metrotitan over good. Corpses hanging from the buildings and everything.]
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[The name earns a blink, and a scowl. It's not in his databanks, and, if it was in rural Maine, it should be. Unless the maps he'd downloaded had been completely off.]
Yeah... never heard of it. Not in any of my databases.
[Her hometown? Her 'bad neighborhood'? Another slow look around -- and she really wasn't kidding. Their new prison was a true improvement, as far as he could tell.]
[Unfortunately, tact isn't something he has to spare. When he speaks again, it's direct, and blunt as a rusty spoon. As usual, pretty much.]
... Your hometown looks worse than mine.
[And Megatron had worked Metrotitan over good. Corpses hanging from the buildings and everything.]