Sixshot's ship
Scrapper walked slowly down the corridor, taking measured steps to kill time. Shortly after Pipes had disappeared he paused, remembering the energon cube he'd left in the mess. He returned to it downed it quickly in privacy.
After disposing of the empty, he stepped back into the hall.
He didn't know where he was going; the ship was of an unfamiliar design with a layout that defied his intuition. He toyed with the idea of messaging Sixshot to apologise for the intrusion, but thought better of it. He didn't want to be more of a bother than he already was.
If he could find someone in charge he could possibly make himself useful, but he didn't know if there was anyone else, or if Misfire and Aimless were done bickering. Instead he continued to meander, looking as lost and awkward as he felt.