Sunny felt a tingly feeling racing up and down her body.

"She's fine, she just has a few bruises. Very strange, for a human."

Toned whirrs and beeps came from nowhere.

"No, Bumblebee, she can't hear us. She's not awake; her heartbeat indicates she is recharging."

Sunny opened her eyes. Her heart was slower than normal humans' heartbeats because she was constantly healing herself whenever she was damaged in some ways.

"Actually, I can hear you," she spoke, not at all phased by the giant metal people. "Though assuming I'm asleep isn't far off; I'm actually healing." The two aliens were frozen as she sat up. Her sharp eyesight picked out minute details and she finally noticed how glaring the lights were. "Can you turn the lights down?"

Her request was answered by the lights dimming.

"Thank gods," she muttered to herself. "So... Who exactly are you two?"

"They aren't authorized to tell you," a redhead entered the room. "Sorry," she grimaced, looking down at her paperwork. "Name?"

"Sunshine Riley Archen," she said, blushing in embarrassment. "My father picked it out."

"It's a good name," the woman nodded. "Mine's Jayla Witwicky. Or it was. Just got the name-changing paperwork finished, so it's Lennox now."

"Married to Will, then?" asked the green alien.

"Not a snowball's chance in hell, Ratchet. Sarah and Will agreed that it would be best if I changed my last name to a friend's." She emphasized the 'friend' part. She glanced at Sunny, and Sunny was shocked to see electric green eyes meeting hers. She knew the woman was equally surprised to see her electric blue... "You mid if I show you something?" Jayla quizzed. Sunny shook her head.

Jayla showed Sunny a necklace, and Sunny floundered.

"You're a -" she cleared her throat. "I never went to Camp, but I'm the poet's daughter. You?"

"Daughter of fire and hammer," she said, flashing another smile and recovering from her shock. "I must say this is a huge surprise."

"No kidding," Sunny laughed breathily. "I didn't think I'd see anyone working for the government, you know? Speaking of that, who ran me over and why are there two giant metal aliens in the room?"

"You could tell they were aliens? Hmm, that actually gives me an excuse," she hummed. "That's Ratchet, that's Bumblebee." She pointed towards the green one first, then the one that was yellow. "You were apparently run over by Barricade, a Decepticon. One of the bad guys," she added to Sunny's frown.

"Jayla, what are you even doing here?" Ratchet questioned.

There was an expression of guilt on her face. "...skiving off paperwork," she muttered. "Freaking stuff just piles and piles and piles up. If another op goes south, we're getting another liaison, and I doubt she'll be as... Nice... As Alice was. At least she was honest about her treason after we caught her."

"What are you going to do about the girl?" Ratchet asked, glancing at Sunny, who was following this conversation with confusion.

"I think I'll keep her here," Jayla said with a grin. "After all, it's not like we have a liaison to worry about right now, right?" she beamed.

"Just don't take her into classified areas, like the hangar. Or, at least not while everyone's awake." Ratchet turned away from them. "Now get out of my medbay!"

Jayla nodded. "You'll be given a room," she said briskly as Sunny got up, still in the clothes she was wearing. The two started to walk fast, and Jayla guided her to an office. "Here, hold on a sec." There was a loud, echoing clang. Sunny winced as Bumblebee raced by with a large dent in his hood. "Look over here." Sunny looked and gave a brilliant smile as the camera Jayla was holding went off. A few seconds later, Jayla was putting plastic over it and handing it to Sunny. Sunny's nose crinkled at the smell of burnt plastic, and she hung the laminated thing around her neck. "Anything you need, like sunglasses, you can get off that rack." Jayla pointed to the rack, and Sunny yanked a pair off of the rack. "Now, want to go to the mess hall? You're probably hungry..."

Sunny nodded eagerly. While she wasn't much of a people person, she was hungry. Acting blind only got you so far.

Jayla grinned and led the way to the mess hall, hitting only one checkpoint and that was at the door of the mess hall.

"Normally all I have to do is give them my fingerprint, but that's when everyone's on an op and mostly locked out," she informed Sunny. "Also, it takes a bit too long, and when you're hungry, it's irritating to deal with."

Sunny chuckled a bit. "I can see why it would be. Does the redhead stereotype hold true with you?"

"If I get pissed, someone loses a limb," Jayla said in a light tone. "What about you?"

"Afraid not. I'm not a vapid, self-centered person; I'm just me." Sunny gave her new friend another smile, feeling genuinely happy. As the duo walking in, Sunny's smile faded a bit as Jayla was called over to several different tables.

Instead, though, Jayla just yelled, "Sorry, boys, got a friend who needs to eat." Jayla looked at Sunny. "Come on, the lunch lady likes to flirt, but she's harmless."

Sunny allowed herself to be pulled along. She really missed Nyx and her kids.