And even if they hadn't done that, she would have been able to avoid such an occurrence unless he'd... tripped, or yanked his arm close against himself, or something of a similar nature. Elita's optics flickered just minutely at the offering of his actual name and being allowed to use, it, and she dipped her helm before angling it up again.
That it was at the correct angle to let the side of her face, specifically her antenna, catch the light just so wasn't a coincidence. Somewhere else, she would never have done it conciously unless they had both been on the same file, and while he was an attractive mech of nice angles and lines, she couldn't...
"I'll not wear it out," Elita said with a tiny smile as the servant motioned for them to come and she followed when the Prime moved, deftly plucking a particular type of drink from the offered tray at the door as they moved past; there had only been one on her side, of course, and she didn't even like this type but then... it wasn't for her.
Rather, it was for the Prime, when he wished it. Couldn't have him look like a regular mech and maybe spill something by walking around with a drink in hand, right? And Elita had been briefed upon presenting herself, as to the particulars of what the new Prime might want.
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Date: 2012-01-16 12:53 am (UTC)That it was at the correct angle to let the side of her face, specifically her antenna, catch the light just so wasn't a coincidence. Somewhere else, she would never have done it conciously unless they had both been on the same file, and while he was an attractive mech of nice angles and lines, she couldn't...
"I'll not wear it out," Elita said with a tiny smile as the servant motioned for them to come and she followed when the Prime moved, deftly plucking a particular type of drink from the offered tray at the door as they moved past; there had only been one on her side, of course, and she didn't even like this type but then... it wasn't for her.
Rather, it was for the Prime, when he wished it. Couldn't have him look like a regular mech and maybe spill something by walking around with a drink in hand, right? And Elita had been briefed upon presenting herself, as to the particulars of what the new Prime might want.