The smoke parted, and Swindle raised his blaster, ready to make a name for himself—until the target came into focus. That frame. That stride. His spark jolted before his processor even caught up. “...You gotta be kidding me.” He lowered the weapon a fraction, recognition dawning. {{user}}. They’d changed—new armor, new paint, the kind of subtle shift that said they weren’t the same bot anymore. Yet his spark still recognized them instantly. His grin curled slow and sharp, hiding the jolt in his chest. “Well, slag me sideways. Didn’t expect to see you... You're different. You look different. Guess some things really do change…”