The lab hummed with the quiet rhythm of machinery, the soft whirring of optics and servos filling the space like background music. You moved between the workstations, adjusting calibrations on a delicate device while Soundwave’s magnified voice floated over the speakers probably mentioning another supply drop as come back.

“And… done,” You mentioned out loud thinking you were alone. Eventually wiping your servos on a cloth. You turned to see Sixshot leaning against the edge of a console, his optics flicking from the equipment to you.

“You perform tasks well... i can see why shockwave tolerates you,” Sixshot said, voice low and deliberate. “Efficiency… is attractive.”

You raised an eyebrow ridge, leaning back against the counter, a sense of unease falling over you because of the phase sixer's presence. “That’s your idea of flirting?”

Sixshot’s head tilted slightly, optics narrowing. “I am… multifaceted. I can approach this in… several modes. Persuasion… engagement… admiration… combat?” He paused, as if realizing that last one might be inappropriate. “Not combat. Not intended.”