9/21/2011 (Smelting Pits, Polyhex) --- Robustus sat in the chair in front of the computer, leaning over so his forearms could rest on his thighs. His optics are dim, but there is certainly a mixture of emotions upon his facial features. He waits patiently, knowing Lifeline would walk in eventually. He had something to tell her. Lifeline sets her tools down to clean them, waiting a moment before speaking up. "You're maudlin too. This isn't about having to repair Megatron, is it?" Lifeline seems surprised by that, but she stows her tools and follows readily.