The old tome, which is actually the perfect size for hisservos, shifts a little when he feels a sudden weight upon his legs. He looksover the edge of the massive tome’s sturdy cover and tilts his helm a little.The old tome is closed carefully and Terra focuses upon the stranger. His opticsshutter and reset a few times, brilliant cyan staring confusedly at the mechwho’d sat himself upon his lap.“Greetings,” He rumbles quietly, eyeing the other with open curiosity.Honestly, he does not mind that the other has situated themselves upon his lap,he is simply confused by the action since, as far as he is aware, he has nevermet this mech before. “I do not believe we have met before? --Might I request your name?”