[ The doors swish open, almost as if set off by the pager and not by someone else's command; indeed, there is no figure right at the door. Instead the lab's controlled chaos of half-built weapons and scattered parts contain one Cybertronian, heel thrusters kicked up lazily on a desk.

But not for long. The mech spins in his wheeled chair (the only wheeled one in the whole place) and turns to face Elecman, a smirk spreading across his face.

There is very much the sense that Elecman is getting sized up, and the glint behind his optics is nothing but calculating. ]

And there's the rock star. Lightning fast, as you said you'd be.

You know, Kagerou didn't tell me about that. Your... Interesting ability. I had to comb through some intel and ask a few questions.

[ He crouches, slowly, keeping a respectful distance between himself and the robot master. No weapons. No danger in his body language.

Neutrally: ] What do you think your chances are of taking out a Cybertronian with that?