Allen was zoning out as he made his way to the bar. He was going there to socialize since he had been cooped up in his room for a while. He was looking at a far distance ahead of him and wasn't paying attention to what was ahead of him just then--was a minicon that he just tripped on. He screeched as he caught himself--his spark pounded in his chest and his optics darted for the object he tripped on. "Ah! I'm so sorry! You okay!"
Well Blaster had warned her to watch out for other peoples’ feet.
This was apparently why.
The squeal that escaped her when the foot collided was more indignation than injury, but with five speakers compacted into her tiny body, it was certainly loud. Huffing and puffing irritably, she popped up onto her feet and planted her balled up fists on her hip. “Watch it! Primus have mercy!”
