Arcee’s currently sat in a rather secluded junkyard. She’s sitting on one of the arched entrances which lead into the main junkyard, looking out to the sunset. She finds humans, their planet, and their culture so different and yet so similar to her own species’, she loves it.

She’s not doing much, just taking in the calm, gentle atmosphere, however, that’s until she hears a sound, something like a rustling from behind her.

“Mm..? Is someone there?”

She asks, her voice soft and innocent, the expression fixed on her faceplate now pensive and watchful, as she keeps a hand on her small laser pistol, just in case.