She's been up entirely too long, but like a typical teenager, getting Tempest to admit to being tired is impossible. Hence why she's flying so awkwardly. Oh whoops, she's just collided with this poor young Rescue Bot. What a mess. Ooops.
And said Rescue Bot hits the ground with a yelp, his optics wide at the sight of something far different from Grimlock. "W-woah! Watch out! You could crush a bot!" Hotshot exclaims, even as he looks her over to make sure she's okay.
Well, scrap. She’s careful in untangling herself from the bot, managing to avoid scraping any paint with her sharp talons. Once freed, she shakes herself all over, in much the same fashion as a cyberhound would, making her plating rattle slightly.
And that sounds like a jab at her weight, to which Tempest snorts, a flicker of flame escaping her fanged maw. Oh, whoops. Her yellow optics widen in surprise, and she yelps. “Ah, scrap! Sorry! Didn’t mean to crash on you. Or flame at you. Still getting the hang of it.”
She backs up a bit more, shaking her plating out again, and transforms. It’s not graceful, but she manages it without goofing up or worse, getting stuck again. Once in her bipedal mode, she blinks and abruptly sticks a servo out. It’s polite to shake servos when meeting someone new, yeah? “I’m Tempest.”
