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Who: Miko and Knock Out
Where: somewhere in Los Angeles
When: today (early-ish March)
What: With the rumors of alien robots confirmed, Miko decides to track down the original source in the name of INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALISM
Warnings: nothing in particular as of now, but. Knock Out...

After hours spent searching the Internet, Miko is pretty sure she's found the origins of the 'talking car' rumors - and, considering that new evidence suggests that they're probably true, she's not letting this opportunity go to waste.

Of course, that's not to say that tracking this mysterious talking car is at all easy, but from the sound of things it may still be in Los Angeles. So all that's left to do is keep an eye out, and hope she gets lucky.

So here she is, lurking around on a street corner, cell phone in hand, trying to peer into the windows of any red sports car that may happen to go by, and fully prepared to intercept any that may seem to be lacking a driver ('intercept' here meaning 'go charging up to them, run alongside if necessary, probably shout a lot', generally be in the way as much as possible). Clearly, this plan is foolproof.

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She considers that for a moment, then shrugs and steps completely out of his way. "Good an answer as any, I guess."

Suddenly, she remembers one of the main reasons she was here to begin with. "Oh, hey, would'ya mind keeping an eye out for a guy named- Orion, I think? He's this red and blue semi, when I talked to him he was kinda... well, hopelessly lost."

Well, that was...surprisingly painless. As strong as she comes on, Knock Out doesn't quite mind this fleshling as much as some of the others he's met. She's still irritating, to be sure, but at least he doesn't feel like he needs to murder her in order to escape the conversation.

Knock Out sharpens at Orion's name, though. That catches his attention. Orion had run into some of the natives, had he? Well, it's not like he's been out and about much lately. That must have been before Starscream found him.

"Orion, you say?" Knock Out sounds unimpressed, idle. He doesn't give any indication he recognizes the name. "Well, thanks for the tip, fleshie. I'll be sure to keep an optic out for him."

Miko snorts at his tone. "You're welcome, make sure you do." She would've thought he would be more interested to hear there were more Cybertronians on the planet, but apparently not.

She places a hand on her hip, gesturing dramatically in front of Knock Out. "Now, why don't you go on your way, like you keep saying? I'm sure you have plenty of important skulking to get to."

"Trust me, I'm going," Knock Out drawls, pulling forward past Miko. Skulking, right. He pauses before he picks up much speed, though, adjusting a side mirror to catch a glimpse of Miko. What a spirited little organic she is.

"I'll be on my way...just make sure you remember to look both ways before you cross the street, fleshling. And I wouldn't go chasing down any more strange cars -- if you know what's good for you."

He lets out a dark chuckle -- sort of ominous-sounding, honestly -- before he puts metal to the pedal and guns it, tires squealing as he speeds around the corner.

"Yeah, nice meeting you too!" she calls after him - once she's done flinching away from the noise produced by his tires.

She turns away with a huff and starts to head home. "What's that guy's problem," she mutters. At least he makes a really cool car.