((Transformers. You was lurking around a mountains in your walk, until you’ve seen something shining up there. Came closer, you’ve found out it’s not some miracle or random foil, left by tourists. It’s a huge feminine robot, with a butterfly on her index finger tip.))

Transmutate was half-smiling at butterfly, before noticing you looking at her, then she chuckled, and let the bug to fly away, turning to you, sitting on the rock, and talking calmly, warmly. Transmutate: “Hello there, stranger. Name is Transmutate. How did I deserve your attention?”