That might be your own face Deadlock. Your own face on a body wearing an Autobrand. Yeah...that's gonna be a weird day when that comes out.

And she's already drooling on the carpet so he's a step ahead. The roll of his thumbs along her black plating draws a long, low groan out of her, almost entirely muffled by carpet. Her spoiler droops the rest of the way, ankles falling outward as her frame gives up the last of the ghost. It's been a long, hard day fighting baddies, she's got no fight left in her for this, and she doesn't really want to anyway. So slipping into a recharge right here is exactly what she's going to do.

And maybe there is snoring, assisted by the carpet pressed against her mouth and grille. Shhhh, don't tell her, she thinks she's silent sleeper!