Mouse is in his corner.. as usual. It's not that he's a bad sparkling, just that the Guardian Bay is large.. and Mouse takes up just his small little corner. On his workbench is a curved piece of metal and his personal computer terminal. On the screen is displayed a blueprint of what he's currently trying to make. Arcee walks in and sees Mouse busy at the terminal. "Oh, hi," she says, "What's that? Looks interesting," she says. She peers at the blueprint and tries to put together in her mind what it is. "I'm Arcee," the femmebot says, "I don't believe I've met you either. What's your name?"