Too many things to plan, too many bits to fix. Late nights for the woman who hates being in her house. Not that anyone in the base would complain.
Jack had clocked in for another late night, overdue schematics and plans for future upgrades to vehicles in the multitudes required additional hours that the day wouldn't offer her the peace to do. With the base empty save for the occasion bot lingering not so quietly around. She finds herself getting lost in her musing, sketching the autobot who was her main duty to look after. Not that this one in particular made it any easier for her to actually look after with his reckless behavior. At least her schedule was always full.
Numb to the shuffling and mechanical sounds that bounced around the base, she didn't flinch to the sound of whoever decided to lurk behind her not really caring for the attention tonight.
