She'd assumed, upon first hearing his offer, that he'd help find one of the books, and then be rid of her. This...
...worked just as well. Though the possibility of sending a message home was some substantial motivation, Sam was tired of searching the shelves and had to admit to herself; a break would be wonderful. Perhaps she'd see if she couldn't find a craftsperson willing to fashion wood tiles for her, so the time wouldn't be wasted if the Cybertronian was simply saying whatever he had to to have her go; perhaps she'd say screw it and see whatever there was to see in the city. She hadn't seen a whole hell of a lot since touring with Wing---she'd been too busy casting about for components to do any independent exploring---but there were people back on Earth who would ask a lot of questions of her, when (or if) it was established they could.
"Alright. Good luck with your looking."
She stretched and started down the aisle, limp slight despite the stiffness from so much standing still. Her comm drone followed, and did not beep but bleeped when she stopped abruptly to half-turn and ask,
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She'd assumed, upon first hearing his offer, that he'd help find one of the books, and then be rid of her. This...
...worked just as well. Though the possibility of sending a message home was some substantial motivation, Sam was tired of searching the shelves and had to admit to herself; a break would be wonderful. Perhaps she'd see if she couldn't find a craftsperson willing to fashion wood tiles for her, so the time wouldn't be wasted if the Cybertronian was simply saying whatever he had to to have her go; perhaps she'd say screw it and see whatever there was to see in the city. She hadn't seen a whole hell of a lot since touring with Wing---she'd been too busy casting about for components to do any independent exploring---but there were people back on Earth who would ask a lot of questions of her, when (or if) it was established they could.
"Alright. Good luck with your looking."
She stretched and started down the aisle, limp slight despite the stiffness from so much standing still. Her comm drone followed, and did not beep but bleeped when she stopped abruptly to half-turn and ask,
"What's your name, anyway?"