Arcee has a 'chick-bot' drink. Something blue and sparkly. She sips at it slowly, savoring the intriguing flavor. She gazes around the room, trying to see if she can spot anyone familiar. Goa is not familiar, but he's certainly there, guzzling high-grade like a champ. It'd been a rough few cycles -- time to redeem those extra energon credits he'd saved up. Arcee wonders if the little mech standing there is familiar. "It's not taken," she said, "You can sit here if you wish. What's your name?" she asks. She continues to sip at her drink. Arcee passes out suddenly. Someone cyber-roofied her drink?