Bluestreak was, unfortunately, very serious.

It left Lilah to wonder. Just how did they bathe? Did they remove their outer armor, like humans did their clothes? Maybe it was like a car wash? While the human female had spent a lot of time on the island, well aware of the Autobots, she hadn't spent much time with them. In fact, she knew close to nothing about them.

The deaf woman worked with their technology- their data- and not much else. What reason would she have to work with anything else? Not to mention, it wasn't as if she had been sought out specifically by any of the bots before. Lilah had a habit of slipping into the background and being forgotten. That didn't bother her in the slightest, as it kept her out of all sorts of trouble, mind you, but it often lead to a lack of knowledge.

For instance, not knowing if being in the same bathroom as him whilst he bathed was as taboo with them as it was with humans. Bluestreak certainly didn't act as if it were; but still. She had hundreds of questions, and very few answers. On top of that, Lilah was very sure she was going to have a heart attack if she wasn't careful.

The bathroom itself was huge. And it had to be, surely, if it was to hold Autobot soldiers. The ceiling was curved in an arch, and the shower heads were about three feet beneath where the wall began to curl. It was an off white, and the floor was white tile. There seemed to be at least twelve shower heads, but there was no curtains or anything between them. Curious, Lilah tilted her head off the side of Blue's hand to see more. It seemed that the water drained down the grate in the middle.

Thankfully the holes in it weren't big enough for her to get sucked down in, despite its large size.

Stepping to the side of the room, next to the door, Bluestreak knelt and carefully put the tiny organic on the floor. Lilah took a moment to gain her balance, thankful that the Autobot continued to stay close as she did. Once she was sure she wasn't going to fall over, the brunette stepped back, looking up at him as she did so.

"I'll be done in a minute and then we can talk more and have lots of fun! Oh, do you think we could play that one game again sometime? That was really cool. Of course that's only if you want to! You don't have to. Maybe we could-" Knowing that Bluestreak's chatter would continue and grow, Lilah took this moment to step up and wave her hands to quiet him in her own silent way. For a moment, he looked disappointed; until the deaf woman pointed to the showers, reminding him as to why he was there.

She didn't think she'd seen anyone run so fast for the showers. It was… rather amusing.

Lilah watched him with guilty curiosity. This was new, and she knew very little about it, and it didn't seem like he minded at all. Still, it made her feel uncomfortable, but that may have been a result to how she had been raised. In fact, she could almost hear her mother's loud voice, telling her to be respectful and polite and to turn her damn ass around.

But the amber eyed woman didn't listen, and instead continued to watch as Blue flipped on the water and just stood beneath it for a moment. His helm tilted back, optics shuttered as the warm liquid washed over his face and down his body. Strangely fascinated, Lilah watched as the winglets on his back drooped lowly and quivered, reminding her of a bird's wings. She couldn't help her smile at his enjoyment.

However, the water only pulled some of the looser muck and nastiness from his form, including some leeches. The sight of them caused horror to race through the woman, and she took a subconscious step back. Lilah wasn't one to jump up on a piece of furniture and scream to the high heavens when a creepy crawly clicked by. She did, however, have a fear of leeches and centipedes. But really, who didn't?

Those damn things had WAY too many legs, and leeches were all slimy and wiggily.

After a few minutes, nothing else seemed willing to come off, and Blue began scrubbing at himself, knocking away clump after clump of dirt and slime. With a critical eye, the computer analyst watched him, realization coming to her. Because of the shape of his arms, and how broad his back was- it was a very nice view, by the way- he couldn't reach all of the joints and spots. He surely couldn't reach his own wings, thanks to his structure.

With more confidence than she felt, Lilah moved closer, nervousness leaping up in her chest. It was as if her heart was attempting to escape her chest in her moment of apprehension. But really; she wanted to help her friend. And if that meant stepping outside her comfort zone- yet again- then she didn't mind. At least, not too much.

Bluestreak didn't notice the deaf woman's approach until she was almost directly underneath him, though placed to the side, where she wouldn't get hit with the nasty, ewie, yucky things coming off of him. Thinking about what she was about to do, she was glad that the only thing she had on that she really liked, was her jacket. And that was, thankfully, very easy to wash and and get stains out of. Yet another reason why she adored it so much.

She was broken from her thoughts when the sniper's lips began to move, questioning why she was there. Before he could continue and get into a rattling, never ending chatter, Lilah waved her hands to quiet him as best she could. For a moment, she hesitated, that same fearful feeling welling up inside of her. This was not in the job description when she joined. Still, for once, she had a friend. And she wanted to help him.

Determination began to cloud over the fear, solidifying like iron, and encasing it firmly.

Narrowing her eyes, Lilah placed her hands on her hips, giving him a stern look. Confused, Bluestreak blinked down at her, wings quivering still in enjoyment and optics fogged over with exhaustion. Raising one eyebrow in a sort of challenge, the woman pointed downwards, her intentions clear. For a moment, the Autobot blinked at her, not understand. And then, the dots began to connect slowly in his brain.

Smiling tiredly, the cheerful bot found himself too worn out to argue. So, giving in to the little human's demands, he sat down beneath the water's spray, where she could get to him better without issue. Although she couldn't hear it, Bluestreak had begun to purr when the water had first hit, nice and warm, and had begun pushing the grime off of him. It intensified when Lilah pulled off her jacket, flung it out of the way, pulled a rag out of her pocket, and began scrubbing away at him as best she could.

She always kept a rag on her. You never knew when you could use one; and this one in particular had always come in handy. Usually, however, she just used it as a sweat rag when it got too hot on the island- not as a washcloth.

Determined to help her friend out, Lilah took time and care to get into all the joints and crevices she came across. She started at his feet and ankles, and worked her way up. It was the least she could do, right? The sniper and his friends were always protecting them and fighting for her people, so she could make sure he was clean and pamper him a little bit, right? Right. Though it wasn't much, Lilah knew there was little else she could do. Fighting wasn't her forte, and neither was strategizing or even handling weaponry.

She just wasn't made for it.

When the human femme had reached Bluestreak's knees- which she could only reach thanks to him stretching his legs out- and had begun scrubbing at the backsides of them and getting the joint itself clean; the two bots from before entered. Curious, she glanced up from her diligent work. She still had no clue who they were, as covered with muck and grime as they were. Then again, even if she did know their names, it was unlikely that she would recognize them.

There were very few bots on base that she did know.

They both carried what looked to be cleaning supplies and paint. No doubt to fix themselves up. After her brief glance, Lilah shrugged it off and got back to work, tucked to Blue's side, where it would be hard to see her. The last thing she wanted was to embarrass herself by getting pulled into a conversation, getting distracted, and making someone upset because she hadn't been watching them to catch what they said. It was problematic, but something she had lived with since she had been born.

Thankfully, the two didn't seem to see her, and Bluestreak had long since closed his eyes, just relaxing and letting her work. He didn't seem aware of the outside world, drawn into himself from exhaustion as he was. Pleased at both his reaction and going unnoticed, Lilah smiled cheerfully and moved on from his knees, working her way over his thighs. She did, however, avoid the spot between his legs like the plague.

That was a no. Just… no. She didn't even want to know.

When Lilah made it to his thighs and began to carefully work through all the intricate pieces of that part of his leg, she became aware of a gaze burning holes in her. Shivering, she did her best to ignore it, taking the time to wring out the now disgusting rag to the best of her ability before going back to washing her friend. No doubt the scrap of cloth would get thrown away later; it was completely ruined at this point.

Still, it was doing a fairly good job at pushing the yuck off. But how was she going to reach his waist? For a moment, Lilah did little but stare intently and study. Then, deciding to wing it, she grabbed hold of the edge of Bluestreak's thigh and hefted herself up as best she could. By some miracle from above, Lilah was able to roll on top of the leg after several moments of struggling, grunting and huffing.

Pleased with her abilities, the deaf woman was quick to move onto her knees, wary of standing should she accidentally slip and fall off the larger being. That was the last thing she needed, and it would be all too easy. After all, at this point Lilah was soaked completely to the bone from the shower and some of the caked on nastiness had rubbed off on her from Blue. She was so going to need her own bath after this. And new clothes.

Ignoring it for the moment, the tiny human began to scrub at the bot's waist. To her absolute horror, she came across the occasional leech, only to slap it off of Bluestreak and away from her with the towel. It would fly through the air, hit the ground, and be washed away by the water, wiggling and squirming. Shuddering in terror, Lilah would then turn back to the sniper, and would continue working the unpleasant dirtiness off of him with a vengeance.

God she hated leeches!

It didn't take Lilah long at all to scrub his waist clean. When finished, however, she gaped up at her next challenge. There was no way she could possibly reach up there, what with how short she was, and there wasn't any way she would be able to brace herself on top of something so she could scrub at it. Damn her short size!

Bluestreak's chest seemed to taunt the deaf woman.

Before she could jump in an attempt to get up on his front and possibly hurt herself, Lilah found herself being scooped up by a familiar hand. He must have had it hovering around her while she worked, just in case she fell or needed help.

The thought warmed her insides.

The sniper, fully on board with this idea by this point, was cradling her to where she was just under the middle of his chest, where she could reach everything.

Not even going to ask him about it, Lilah instead got right to work. His chest was far more intricate than his thighs and waist, and so it took her longer to clean. Dipping her rag through each and every cranny, she was careful to remove all the sludge. By this point the gaze had, thankfully, left her.

It made it so much easier to work.

Though it took her longer to clean the front, Lilah was eventually finished. The whole time, Blue had leaned into her scrubbing, his form rumbling pleasantly. It brought forth another question to her mind. Was this like a massage for him? He seemed to enjoy it thoroughly. Like a giant puppy getting its belly rubbed.

Seeming to know Lilah was finished, Bluestreak moved her away from his chest. The deaf woman only had about a moment to be confused before she was set on a shelf just behind the spray of water. She had failed to see it before due to its positioning and color, and was thus surprised to find herself settled there. After setting her down, the sniper turned around and shimmed backwards so that he was up against the shelf, his back to her. Thankfully, the platform was at just the right height.

Scooting a little closer to the edge, Lilah began to work on his back. Her stomach swooped however, when she happened to look down at the ground below. Clearly, her fear of heights was working against her. Swallowing, she instead refocused her attention on Blue and his still muddy form. At first, the Autobot had only shivered and shuddered under her administrations. But Lilah would soon learn just how utterly sensitive his wings were.

When she had begun to gently rub the spot between the door-wings, and make passing swipes over the extended appendages, Bluestreak's head dropped back, mouth open and eyes closed. It startled the hell out of her when his whole frame began rumbling pleasantly under her touch, and he practically became mush under her touch. To be honest, at this point it reminded her of a kitty cat, purring from its master's scratchings.

And now she would never be able to think of Bluestreak without seeing him as a cat.

Despite her phobia, Lilah couldn't stop the grin from curling over her face as the Autobot hunched over and pushed up against the shelf slightly. It was an adorable visage that made her disappointed when she finished washing that part of him. When the deaf woman had pulled back, Bluestreak twisted his head around and pouted up at her. The computer analyst would have given in. She would have continued to wash his wings in a heartbeat; so long as he quit looking at her like that.

But before she could, she found herself scooped up and placed on one of the Autobot's shoulders, where she would be able to finish up the wash. The sniper completely melted again under Lilah's touch. Going lax, he allowed her to scrub in every crevice imaginable along his shoulders and neck whilst he lazily washed his arms and face, careful to get around his chevron. A spot that was often a glitch to clean.

Thankfully, it washed off easily this time around.

From the corner of his optic, Blue was surprised to find Sunstreaker- who was still washing himself- glaring in his direction. At Lilah, to be specific. Subtly, he raised a hand to halfway block her from sight, but not enough to catch her attention. She was his friend, and he wouldn't let the golden warrior pick on her. But… what was that gleam in Sunny's eyes? Was he… no, he couldn't be. But was it possible?

Bluestreak wasn't stupid, and Sunstreaker sucked at being discreet when it came to certain things. And the sniper was now fairly certain that the artist was at least a little jealous. With that knowledge, the Praxian had to fight the grin that threatened to overtake his face. Sunstreaker was jealous. It made him want to giggle.

But that was a bad idea and he didn't want punched.

Lilah continued on her path, now finishing up with the top of his neck, clinging to the metal there for fear of falling. Was she not aware that he would catch her if she should fall? Bluestreak wouldn't let her hit the ground. He'd save her. The thought made him feel warm inside; as if a fire had been lit, though he couldn't rightly say why. Still, he sighed and relaxed again under her talented, small fingers. The little human had no idea how nice that felt.

Dirt that had been caught in between the crevices since even before the mission was coming loose. And he had to admit, it felt amazing. Really. Why were the others so uppity about humans touching them again? They had super talented fingers! Like… what had Sam called it once? Ah! Magic fingers.

They had the magic fingers.

Bluestreak was highly disappointed when it stopped and he had been cleaned completely of all the muck that had covered his form. And while he felt so much better, he wished it would continue. Still, he reached up and gently removed the computer analyst from his shoulder. It surprised him when Lilah latched on with less force than she had before, telling him that she was getting a little more comfortable with this.

When he brought her around to be in front of his face, in the glow of his eyes and the spray of the water, he was greeted with a soaked to the bone human covered in nastiness. But despite all that, she did something that warmed his spark in a strange way, and made his tanks lurch, as if a bunch of those weird creatures- butterflies?- had been released inside of him.

She grinned up at him with a thousand watt smile, raising her ruined rag in triumph.

(AN: Sorry about the lack of a chapter last week. Twas Easter weekend and I had family to see. Lots of family. But I'm back on track now! :D So enjoy this, da? AND NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF THE RAG.

Next chapter- Lilah's mother henning mode gets activated. Everyone brace yourselves.)