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"Ah would be your friend. I'd even give ye rides. Ye can tell yer human mates that a Cybertronian that's a race car with machine guns gives ye rides everywhere"

"Um, no thanks, I'll Pass. I was taught not to get in cars with strangers."

"I mean no disrespect, but I think he IS the car, but I would be friends with both of you. Maybe I can bring you a bento box or something. I don't know what cyber-organic aliens eat...."

"My my, aren't you a handsome fellow?" Marion flashed her iconic sly grin, letting her eyes wander but only for a moment "unfortunately, you're a little too young for me, so Ill have to stick with just being friends, no offense dear~"

“Hmm… you give me the creeps, and you’ll probably take me on as one of your children before anything else. So I suppose I can consider you as a friend.”

"Wouldn't be the weirdest friend I've had, so I can see this ending decently for us."

"Hmmm I do no know. I would definitely pass for one. I mean, I can see us get along as, you, know buddies, friends. Definitely pass though. But we can be friends"

"Uh, yes, yes, friends, friends, you look very tasty, we can help you"

"Hmmmm I don't quite get you, but that's ok. Who says we can't be friends. Then your friends become my friends. That just gives me more friends to meet. More friends to greet. More friends I can get deep with, hilt deep."

"I got 45 reasons you and I could be friends. 45 good caliber reasons. Be on your best behavior, or I'll make you eat that butter knife......buddy"

"I am just going be direct and PASS. We have too many differences to count and you kind of seem aggressive. My apologies."

PASS

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Megan looked at the other woman straight into her eyes. They were both around the same height if Megan took off her boots. The gorgeous blonde woman gave off an air of naivety and little lost like the new recruits that the lieutenant herself trained for the roaring engines of war. Unlike most of the scrawny new recruits, the woman had muscle and curves much like an experienced solider.

Most importantly, Megan liked her energy. "If you need a job and like the idea of piloting a mecha, give me a call," Megan said and handed Sadie a business card for Iron Fist. "If not, you have the honor of possibly drinking with a decorated lieutenant at any bar of your choice."

As Kara stood with her usual poised elegance, her hands folded neatly before her. Her magenta eyes—deep and unwavering—trace a slow, deliberate path over the woman before her. She does not rush. She does not speak. Instead, she studies Megan Rensford with the quiet intensity of someone trained to read the language of bodies, expressions, and movement.

Her gaze notes the sharp angles of Megan’s face, the freckles that soften her otherwise steely expression, and the scar on her nose—a remnant of a past battle perhaps?. Kara's pastel pink hair shifts as she tilts her head slightly, regarding the piercings and earrings with a glint of curiosity on those in particular before moving on. The skin-tight bluish-gray suit speaks of practicality, efficiency—no wasted fabric, no excess, only function.

She remains silent for another beat, considering. Finally, her soft, gentle voice breaks the quiet.

"You are…formidable." Her words are chosen with care, her tone lacking neither warmth nor coldness—simply observation. Then, with graceful certainty, she lifts her chin ever so slightly.

"Friend."
A small nod, respectful. No hesitation, no need to explain further. It is a verdict made with quiet confidence, as final as it is thoughtful.

He tilted head at her "Ah never saw anehthing like ye made by humans. I'm pressed. I can be yer friend, and usually I tell humans that they cannae come into me weapons lab, but maybe ye cam come tae the lab and work on somethin' with me Tops and Lead"

"Friend, like always. You and Topspin provide some interesting company as far as Autobots go."

“whoa- a transformer?! am i having a fever dream again.? anyways, i’d definitely be your friend! you look AWESOME!”

"Ye dun look too bad. I'll be mates with ye too"

"Ah, a fellow warrior, and a seemingly well-versed one if the stories hold true. I would gladly call you a friend, especially in times of need."

"Your my friend now, sir. You seem cool and you look like you'll be perfect to paint!"

"You’re a bit of a mystery, so it’s hard to say anything for sure. But I think we can start as friends and see where it goes..."