She had a smile on her faceplates as she emerged, shaking her helm at what Optimus was saying and rubbing off the oil sliding down her face.

"Sometimes I wonder what they think with and how they think it's a good idea what they come up with," she huffed but still definitely amused; she'd already had this opinion earlier about Cybertron's Senate, but in this situation, it was safe to say that since it was so very disarmed.

At first, she didn't even notice the trailed-off sentence, since it did stand on its own even as it was, so she replied to it, but when she finally turned to Optimus, she realized that...

Laughing, Elita slunk closer and eased herself down onto his lap, straddling his legs and laying her arms on his shoulders.