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[vosseeker]

[ Starscream's wings hike like raised hackles even though he's extremely confused — he has no idea what request Acid Storm has made. ]

I have no idea what you're babbling about, medic.

[botopsy]

I thought what I said was pretty clear.
You understand when one mech who is clearly intimidated by another and then suddenly asks for that one to be privvy to delicate information, I have to check to make sure it's not under duress.

[vosseeker]

All I did was ask her what had caused her to shut down that day, because I have never seen a mech go grey like that while they're still alive. And this was during her showing up at my hab, unprompted!

I was trying to ensure I didn't cause the same thing to happen again! I didn't mention anything about her medical records.

[ He isn't surprised that someone's assumed the worst of his intentions — he does acknowledge who he is — but this is about a Seeker so this time, it stings a little. ]

[botopsy]

[a slightly longer time passes before the next reply, where ratchet tries to decide if he should trust this. his conversation with acid storm finally convinces him that even if this isn't a good idea, it's not one starscream had anything to do with.]

Alright.
I'm glad she's come to trust you.

[vosseeker]

... She brought me a bribe, Ratchet, because she assumed it would be needed.

I am not so naive to think there is trust involved.

[botopsy]

There's something there, if this is what she wants.
Our own Starscream is present and I can only assume Acid Storm, clever as she is, wouldn't ever give him this kind of permission.
Maybe it's not much, maybe it's still complicated, but it's something.

[vosseeker]

[ This time it's Starscream's end that delays before the response arrives. ]

Thank you for informing me about Acid Storm's request.