[Newt's tapping away at his tablet, trying to sift through some research notes one of his colleagues from MIT had just sent him for an opinion when Drift moves into the room. He glances up, blinking and taking in the unique anatomical differences this cybertronian has to the others he's met--it's fascinating really, they come in such a wide range of colours and sizes and shapes--and gives a gentle wave.]
That's me! Official CONDOR liaison or whatever, but Newt is just fine. I don't think I've met you yet, right?
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That's me! Official CONDOR liaison or whatever, but Newt is just fine. I don't think I've met you yet, right?