I have nothing to say here except Mags gets villainized by Kiara's mind.
By the end of the session, Rung had managed to learn little things about Kiara's past, like how she once was an organic. Kiara wouldn't tell him how she became a cybertronian, or- more precisely- how she turned her organic body into a metal one. As far as Rung knew, there were no such cases of her problem ever happening ever in cybertronian history.
She had stuck to keeping most of her past a rough outline however, giving almost all the questions a line or two of explanation, then asking for the next question. By her first answer about her hometown, he knew that she had seen things that she shouldn't have at a young age. If what she had said about her 'human' age to be true, she was barely older than a sparkling in cybertronian terms, yet she was in an adult frame.
Rung typed the last symbol on the datapad, Kiara had asked for another session in four day's time so he put it in his schedule. The four days were probably just so that she could learn a little more about her new surroundings and those around her, not that it was bad- just it was good that she might try and mingle with others.
_-Kiara-_
God help me, why are there so many people here? Kiara thought as she skirted the edge of the crowd, keeping her head down so that no-one would notice her.
"Hey, Toffee!" She flinched. Oh why did it have to be Swerve? She raised her head in the direction of the voice and, sure enough, she saw the red-and-white minibot waving in her direction.
Kiara pushed her way thru the crowd to get to Swerve, greeting him when she finally did get there.
"Hello Swerve, how's your bar doing?" she said, feeling very uncomfortable being surrounded by strangers.
"It's doing well. How about you? Anyone new ya met yet?" Swerve asked.
"Uh, no, not that-"
"You! Get over here!" An authoritive voice shouted, their voice cutting thru the loud noise in the room. Kiara looked around like the rest of the crowd for whoever the robot was yelling at, confused.
"I said you, the brown one!" It took a few minutes before the cybertronians around her realized that she was 'the brown one', and even longer for Kiara herself to realize it. She stepped forward- the crowd parting for her-, a bit frightened about why she was being called. Kiara walked to a platform at the end of the room, nerves on the fritz.
"M-me?" She asked when she got close to the very tall robot standing still in the center of the stage-thing.
"Yes, you. Now tell me why I haven't seen the name 'Toffee' on the registration list?"
"I- I..." Kiara's mind went thru all the reactions that she could think of and chose her most preferred one. She took a large breath, then ran as fast as she could back to Swerve. The robot ran after her, catching her in a matter of seconds. "I think not, spy."
"I'm not a sty! A-and please put me down." She wriggled in their grip, panicking and close to hyperventilating.
"Why should I? You're coming with me." Kiara was now going full-blown panic.
"No! I'm not coming! Please, put me down- please!" She was thrashing about in the robots' hand, accidentally striking their face with her heel. Their grip loosened a little, but not enough to where she could escape. She was knocked out by the robot so that she would stop moving once they recovered from the blow.
Not another one like father... Was the last thing she thought before her mind went blank.