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"I prefer not undressing for anything like that in public. I'm not that kind of soldier."

"No one's looking inside me!" Sideswipe transforms into his vehicle mode, meaning there is now a bright red Lamborghini Countach LP5000 in the middle of the bar.

Linda lowered her glasses and looked at Sideswipe, whistling, "Niiiice." She smiled and pushed back her glasses on her nose and smiled, "Welcome to Trixie'

s."

"And no, I don't really want to be inspected by some stranger even in private. I may not be human, but I still have everything, so."

Sideswipe transforms back into his robot mode. "Thanks ma'am. The name's Sideswipe."

Linda was fascinated by the transformation as she smiled warmly at the Auto-Bot, "Nice to meet you, Sideswipe! I'm Linda."

He transformed into his robot mode. "Me mate Sideswipe."

"Good to meet you too!" Linda said to Roadbuster.

Slinks into the bar on quiet feet. Making her way to a booth and crawls into it, placing her chin on the table. Eyes closing with her ears swiveling, her mind racing with thoughts.

Moretón limped through the woods until he seen Trixie's Bar in the distance. His wings folded and twitched, as they were wounded and bound with bloodied rope.
He lost his balance and before he could even reach the door, he collapsed to the ground, his four wings flopping over him like a blanket. ...Maybe someone should help him?

Linda ordered milk for Natasha before she saw a man with wings stumble in. She rushed to his side, checking to see if he was still alive.

Moretón was alive, but he seemed very weak. There was many wounds on him, especially on his wings.
Maybe bring him inside? He'll wake up eventually...

Linda picked him up, taking him inside and into a booth. She wished she was a doctor, but that wasn't her area of expertise. Still, she got a bowl, rags and a first aid kit and began to tend to the boy's wounds (if allowed).

Moretón groggily woke up, his vision was hazy breifly, but cleared. He saw Linda with a bowl, some rags and a first-aid kit. She was tending to his wounds.
The boy made a soft murmur that sounded a bit like a whimper, and his wing twitched painfully at the touch. But he knew Linda was helping, so did not fight against her care.

Once she was done, she smiled at the boy and asked, "What is your name?"

"I'll bite you head off next time!!! Just you try and I'll sever those heels! I'll! I'll...hmph" he plopped down with a huff glaring at silvera "meanie"

"If she wanted you dead, you would be, her muscles make her body way more durable than my metal arm"

"She is obe of my strongest friends"

"not like you would let that happen anyways...I don't like being picked up against my will anyways." He crawled into Irene's lap and snuggled up with his tails acting as a pillow and blanket