[Tarn continues to stare expectantly down at Riptide, but before long it becomes clear that he doesn't intend to finish the sentence. Loathe as he is to admit, occasionally his reputation can prove something of a hinderance. Typically Tarn would find his terror amusing, but today it's just in the way.]
I see that my reputation proceeds me.
[Glancing down at Riptide's chassis his optics are caught by the bright red smear of an Autobrand.]
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I see that my reputation proceeds me.
[Glancing down at Riptide's chassis his optics are caught by the bright red smear of an Autobrand.]
What's your designation, Autobot?