“So, if a Predacon wanted to start recurring some more mechs, like modern mechs into the crew... how might you suggest this Captain go about it?” Ice Queen humms aloud to herself as she walks. Not really talking to anyone as her tail sways in time with her steps, wings tucked onto her back like a dramatic, if ruffled cap. She’s in bot mode and tapping her chin, no battle mask in place right now, as the Predacon strides turn her around the seemingly empty place to go a new direction.
“Could I get some medics I wonder...?“