Porrima's at her desk in her quarters. It was dark outside and inside her room, the harsh weather of Messatine could be heard whirling outside. She was frowning at the datapad in front of her, currently the only source of light active in the darkness of her room.

She was simply at a loss for what to do. After all, what was a femme to do when she was stranded at Delphi? Besides being miserable, of course. It had been months since she was supposed to return from her check-in of the blasted facility.

First Aid was probably busy cleaning or whatever the nurse did here, Ambulon was most definitely busy checking up on all the patients... and Pharma...

If Porrima was being honest? Pharma was too haughty to be around nowadays. If she could she would most definitely avoid his existence in its entirety, but alas, they both worked at the same damn facility. So unless she wanted to move to another, which was basically impossible at this point, there were limited things that she could do.

The femme closed her optics, setting aside the datapad aside and folding her arms on the desk. Porrima didn't know how much longer she could handle this, and she was certain she was going to go mad in this forsaken place.

Sometimes she swore she'd heard steps outside her room at some ungodly hour. Pharma didn't believe her when she talked to him about it.

...

The darkness suddenly seemed rather oppressive but Porrima couldn't bring herself to turn the lights on... It wasn't anything she couldn't handle. She would be fine. Like always, she had to be. Who else would be strong when so many weren't? That was her job, right? Darkness is nothing compared to war.

Oh, how she longed for her desk back in Cybertron... But that would mean dealing with Cirrus.

Frowning, she turned to stare at the door to her quarters when knocking could be heard.

"Who is it?" Porrima called offhandedly, she turned her helm back to staring at the datapad, tapping her digits on her desk with slight impatience as she awaited an answer.