Vast Refugee Camp -- Surface Metro-X nods his head. He is off the ground, his flight engines whining, moving towards the north with his arms set so that Steeplechase can sit in them comfortably. When Murusa appears he stops up a bit, looking to her. "Good cycle, miss. How do you fair today?" Murusa smiles up at Metro, "I am well, thank you for asking. I wish to speak to you about Cubicron." then she peers up at Steeplechase, "Comfortable?" she asks, that smile still there. Murusa settles into a chair, even buckling in. Murusa smiles, "He is a wise mech."