“I’ve been meaning to ask you, Tracks, what happened to your face?”
Tracks looked over to her, not putting down the box of scrap he was carrying. “What in the world do you mean?”
Velocity put down the box she was carrying so she could trace a line over her optic and down her face. “What caused that one?”
“A rather excitable Audi. Never caught his name, cut him in half before I got a chance to ask. I’m just glad Ratchet was able to my optic back into working order.”
“That scar doesn’t look half bad on you.” Velocity said, picking up the box once more. “Makes you look a little more rugged. A little more tough.”
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