Blurr paces, his new, half-finished shield abandoned at his side. He came to the Art Feste’s metalworking class to make something with which he could replace the pitiful wooden shield the Stars have seen fit to give him; the wisdom behind bolstering his defenses quickly became clear when he ran into another mech at the same craft fair.

And not just any mech-- this is a Decepticon. A real one, not just a suspicious Autobot scout like Arcee. A real Decepticon seeker, here, casually perusing the available arts and crafts as though he’s not a scheming, despicable murderer.

“You must have knocked your central processor out of alignment on your way here if you think I’d answer any question of yours!”

Blurr mostly believes the seeker when he says he’s new-- he certainly seems confused enough-- but it’s not Blurr’s job to fill him in on the details of Spirale unless the agent gets something better in return.