The two-wheeler had been busy at her desk instead of being in the field, which was a rare and boring case for her. Today consisted of decoding data logs from abandoned energon mines. She must have been focusing more so than what she had thought due to her not even noticing Elita entering, another rare case. Servos slammed and the Stealth Commander jumped slightly, winglets flickering upright, “Fragging Pri- Elita?” Arcee faceplate screwed up, completely curious but slightly confused of the Femme Commander’s sudden actions, giving a quick ex-vent, “Hi. Primus, where’d you come from?” A pause, “I’ve been needing some Mig-grade anyway.”
Elita gave a small chuckle at the two-wheeler’s reaction; yes, a startled Arcee was a rare occurrence, so when one was fortunate enough to witness such a sight, it was a moment to be relished. Running the tips of her digits across the desk, she carefully pulled her servos from the surface to now rest on fuchsia hip joints.
“The hall~” she quipped teasingly. Technically, her answer was not untrue, she had once been in the hallway, and now, she was here. Shaking her helm in amusement, lips remained curled in a classic smirk.
“I was actually about to go refuel, and decided to make a side-stop… company is always appreciated, especially with that of my oldest friend.”