Inside the Autobot starship, the Lost Light; Skids’ quarters…

Skids stood by his quarters’ window, staring blankly into the vacuum of space with one of his servo on his chin as the starship flew through the cosmos. “Hmm…”

There was a knock on his room’s automatic door as it then slid open. Skids turned around surprised. “O-Oh! Hey there. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting any visitors,” the Autobot theoretician said.