What, she has done no such tickling and if anything it's a toss-up between who's more embarrassed. Flashpoint's just hiding it really well. See, he's all distracted by the super gross images in his head.

"You're in luck, I'm fresh out. Just energon here." Besides, if he gets a new brain module it might be an upgrade and then he'd be faster on the uptake. Can't have him wittier than she is, it's the one advantage she's got!

"Damn right it's all me. Maybe if you did more than throw your guns around then you could say the same." Her fists > Your guns. "All the more reason to beat a hasty retreat though. Least janitorial can sit pretty over the lack of property damages. Well. In the hall anyway." In his room? Apparently not so much. But none of that is her fault.

Flashpoint enters her quarters through the still open front door, dripping goop as she goes. "Don't forget to wipe your feet."