[Smokescreen is having an ordinary day onboard the R2 when he returns to his own habsuite. Whatever he's expecting when he opens the door, it probably isn't a spider insectkin with purple hair standing by the window, looking out into the cosmos. Though you've only ever seen her once, you remember Lorelai by appearance, even if her name escapes you. A harvester of the Mother of Threads, and someone who had a hand in the recent change in your destiny.
She turns and looks crossly at Smokescreen as though he had just massively inconvenienced her or was late to an appointment he didn't know he had.]
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She turns and looks crossly at Smokescreen as though he had just massively inconvenienced her or was late to an appointment he didn't know he had.]
It's about time.
[She says in a slightly snooty, nasally voice.]
It's rude to keep a lady waiting, y'know.