“What’s her name?” She has to ask. He’s so happy when he speaks of his family. It’s obvious to Blaze, knowing the signs: the exact way his optics flare, the affection and pride in his voice… it’s almost visible, the way he brightens up.

Weird as hell to hear in her own voice, though.

She should have asked him about this to begin with, she thinks. Should have known…

His questions bring a shrug as she puts away another hash brown. The food’s keeping up its end; it buys her time before she has to answer. “Not much to talk about. Think my systems are just off. Not used to the way this body responds.”

She notices the way her Ghost is looking at her and swallows to insist, “There’s nothing worth worrying over.”