[Soundwave doesn't comment on her taking advantage of her rank, but he does make a mental note. Rank sure does make a difference with the treatment around here, huh. While he might just let Monika get away with it all, others who are around rank or higher would probably pissed him off if he saw them walking passed the queue like she did.
It's not something he'll chastise her, so she's not getting any criticisms whatsoever for taking advantage of her status. At least she wasn't being an asshole about it, so that's maybe a plus? And besides, this is the first time he's seen her using her rank that way, too. It makes him wonder..... If the resort ever accepts him as a permanent guest, just what rank would they give him?
Oh well, answer for later, perhaps. Right now, Soundwave makes himself comfortable on the floor, Not the best seating place but who would've expected to accommodate a being of his size and weight, he might grumble but he won't lay any blames on the staff for this. He won't wait for Monika's order to arrive on the table, before he starts pouring Energon down into his port. Bright pink-purple, much like the color of his blood. Notably isn't as thick as his blood, but she might see fizzy bubbles in his "drink".]
It's called a "port". Not an arm-mouth.
[Geez, she couldn't have used less weirder words to describe! He has an actual mouth behind the faceplate though, but she doesn't need to know. Nobody needs to know that information. As of right now, this 'blank' face is his proper face. That aside, he answers the question while he empties up the flask.]
It isn't sensitive. And not while I am pouring Energon.
[It's dangerous! .... But he'll give into her harmless request eventually. Taking a napkin out of his subspace storage (as in it literally just appears in his hand), Soundwave wipes the funnel to clean off any leftover Energon on the plastic funnel and the napkin disappears in a flicker of purple light. After ensuring there's no Energon leftover on the funnel, he extends his arm out towards her.]
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It's not something he'll chastise her, so she's not getting any criticisms whatsoever for taking advantage of her status. At least she wasn't being an asshole about it, so that's maybe a plus? And besides, this is the first time he's seen her using her rank that way, too. It makes him wonder..... If the resort ever accepts him as a permanent guest, just what rank would they give him?
Oh well, answer for later, perhaps. Right now, Soundwave makes himself comfortable on the floor, Not the best seating place but who would've expected to accommodate a being of his size and weight, he might grumble but he won't lay any blames on the staff for this. He won't wait for Monika's order to arrive on the table, before he starts pouring Energon down into his port. Bright pink-purple, much like the color of his blood. Notably isn't as thick as his blood, but she might see fizzy bubbles in his "drink".]
It's called a "port". Not an arm-mouth.
[Geez, she couldn't have used less weirder words to describe! He has an actual mouth behind the faceplate though, but she doesn't need to know. Nobody needs to know that information. As of right now, this 'blank' face is his proper face. That aside, he answers the question while he empties up the flask.]
It isn't sensitive. And not while I am pouring Energon.
[It's dangerous! .... But he'll give into her harmless request eventually. Taking a napkin out of his subspace storage (as in it literally just appears in his hand), Soundwave wipes the funnel to clean off any leftover Energon on the plastic funnel and the napkin disappears in a flicker of purple light. After ensuring there's no Energon leftover on the funnel, he extends his arm out towards her.]
I doubt it's interesting to look at.