The library is quiet, broken only by the whisper of turning pages and the low hum of climate control. The orange glow of a desk lamp pools over a chaotic spread of textbooks, anatomical diagrams, and half empty energon cups. You’re staring down at a cross section of a Cybertronian fuel pump, the intricate schematics blurring into a tangled mess of lines. A frustrated sigh escapes you. From the other side of the table, a helm lifts.

"You seem distressed about tomorrow's exam."

Velocity’s blue optics soften behind her lenses. You rub your eyes and she leans forward. Her screen lights up with a holographic, three-dimensional model of the same pump. With a few deft commands, she rotates it, then strips away layers, revealing the underlying structures glowing in gentle blues and golds. She looks at your face, reading your dawning frustration.