((OOC: ICly takes place after conclusion of Log of Salvage Hunting
[It's Slipstream, within one of the several wash areas Elita previously discovered, but she's not bathing live for an audience or anything. Actually, she's holding a datapad of some kind. Of course her whole body is a computing system, but she's going with the theory Holding of Pad = Business Authority, so, she's trying just a little
too hard to make sure it's seen; might be that inherited tendency for over-acting she supposes all Starscream's clones to share.]
A few points of Business. [This is her best business-like voice, which isn't really all that different from her pleasant or ranting voices; but the highs and lows are compressed a bit.]
Teddie Bear, those raw materials we talked about are in that place you mentioned. The delivery of your other item will take just a short while longer.[No lock or encryption; she's just vague. Slipstream pretends to refer to her datapad by tapping it with a single sharp digit.]
On a not-necessarily-related note, I may have some work for someone qualified to repair personal electronics from Earth containing sonic cleaning systems. Details available upon request.
There is a need for batteries, or substitute device to power a small electronic device from Earth. You might contact me about that.
The washracks located in the Nexic quadrant are in need of several mirrors. It is strictly a security matter, benefiting all who use the facility, to promote situational awareness. [That sounds like a legitimate and convincing reason, right?]
Oh, yeah, and- [Not managing business-like as well here.]
Cybertronians altering their facial ornamentation. That's a thing, right? We don't exactly have body shops or warehouses full of mods, so, any suggestions about that? It's not a personal request, just we should have that, for the future, don't you think? [She gives her 'don't even ask' look.] [And back to business-like.]
Your time is appreciated.[END.]