She nudged the shoulder closest to her foot, shrugging.
"You two wouldn't be the first I've overlaid, or completely reprogrammed. I know what it does to the ones who chooses, or are forced to keep their memories. Not necessarily pretty." She paused, examining the pointed, slide-out tips of her fingers, light reflecting off the slate-coloured plating in a way to reveal those points as 'claws'.
"And I like big mechs. Pity for you to have your processor eaten from the inside out, considering the differences between an Escort... and a high-ranking, excellent one, and a pleasure slave," she said, still examining her fingers, not an ounce of remorse in her voice.
"Think on it, would you? I do need to get to work." She flicked her hand at him and went back to the berth, easily wrestling down Cliffjumper again, though he did get in a couple of good kicks before she made herself harder to hit.
Despite the fact that she had said his firewalls were good (and he did know enough hacking to be able to actively work against her until she got through and could shut that down from the inside), and the brief conversation with Optimus, Cliffjumper didn't feel very reassured when it was down to this.
While it was certainly pleasing in a satisfying way to hear her grunt in surprise and then pain as his defenses and traps caught her, she was good.
At least she wasn't touching anything or in any way other than what was enough to keep him immobilised.
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"You two wouldn't be the first I've overlaid, or completely reprogrammed. I know what it does to the ones who chooses, or are forced to keep their memories. Not necessarily pretty." She paused, examining the pointed, slide-out tips of her fingers, light reflecting off the slate-coloured plating in a way to reveal those points as 'claws'.
"And I like big mechs. Pity for you to have your processor eaten from the inside out, considering the differences between an Escort... and a high-ranking, excellent one, and a pleasure slave," she said, still examining her fingers, not an ounce of remorse in her voice.
"Think on it, would you? I do need to get to work." She flicked her hand at him and went back to the berth, easily wrestling down Cliffjumper again, though he did get in a couple of good kicks before she made herself harder to hit.
Despite the fact that she had said his firewalls were good (and he did know enough hacking to be able to actively work against her until she got through and could shut that down from the inside), and the brief conversation with Optimus, Cliffjumper didn't feel very reassured when it was down to this.
While it was certainly pleasing in a satisfying way to hear her grunt in surprise and then pain as his defenses and traps caught her, she was good.
At least she wasn't touching anything or in any way other than what was enough to keep him immobilised.