Elita leaned subtly closer as the hum surged, and fell away, a feeling... more than a sound or actual physical presence, that had been long lost, and current situation didn't dissuade her from indulging in attempting to catch the barest of brushes of that presence. In fact, going slightly closer to allow the surrounding crowd just that bit closer while at the same time creating more of a wall on her side of the Prime, was in full accordance of her current job.

So long since that feeling... presence, caress and brightness had been bestowed; long enough Elita had nearly forgotten what it felt like, and that brief brush was near overwhelming, nearly breaking and rearranging necessary processes currently in place for desired action.

But not now. Hopefully soon.

When the initial crowd dispersed, Elita cocked her helm at the Prime, offeirng up the drink she'd been holding all this time; of course it was still in peak condition, the goblet designed for this.

"Drink, Optimus?" Elita couldn't help feeling both much too daring and slightly... naughty, at using his given designation, considering he hadn't been able to offer it to her in full knowledge of her, even if her designation was true.

It was still, in its own way, a deception, to add to the rest.