After a several of reading cybertronian history, culture, etcetera, Nightshade had barely noticed Starscream approaching. "Oh, I apologize, I hadn't seen you enter. This is wonderfully captivating! Thank you for letting me read all of this."
"You are a guest, it's only polite." Starscream said "My my, you certainly did read a lot."
"Well it's one of my favorite hobbies, along with inventing, back home." Nightshade beamed "speaking of which I think I should be going soon, my family must be worried sick. Thank you again so much, for everything Lord Starscream."
Starscream frowned. "It's terrible weather for flying. Besides you probably need some sleep. You can go home tomorrow. I have an extra cot you can sleep on."
"I see." Nightshade looked down, and began reshelving the books. "I am rather worn out, thank you, again."
Starscream POV
Something had awoken Starscream, after only a few precious hours of sleep. Likely just a decepticon dropping a few tools on the floor, or that's what it sounded like. It was certainly a metallic sound.
Outside of his office window he spotted a decepticon mechanic walking past, one he recognized, but he couldn't recall her name.
"Hello, was that loud clanking you, by any chance." He inquired in a voice more tired than annoyed.
The mechanic nodded "Sorry, lord Starscream."
"Just don't do it again, at least not at night." He responded, turning away, but quickly turned back to face the mechanic. "Ah wait, remind me of your name, before you go."
"Its Phoenix, sir, goodnight." She turned and walked away.
"Of course. Now I remember. Goodnight." Starscream then returned to his room. When he walked slowly to his bed, he spotted something strange. He saw Nightshade, awake, staring directly at him.