Blackarachnia watched Sklog fall down and recover. The lenses on her helmet kept her widened eyes from being seen by either of the bots. Her head spun almost completely around, her body following suit in the same direction for her to touch down on the ground. 

Prism stared at the decepticon with the intent to shoot. Her other thigh panel opened and dispensed her second shotgun into the air for her to catch. [color=00aeef]"I swear, you keep moving and you will be shot."[/color] There was no hesitation in her voice. She had delivered her second warning to the strange 'Con, and yet she refused to stop moving forward. 

[color=9e0039]"Su[i]c[/i]h a po[i]or cr[/i]eature~"[/color] She cooed and beckoned to Sklog. [color=9e0039]"Living a simple life. Taking orders and following them without enough brain power to question things."[/color] She eventually stopped when the barrels of Prism's twin shotguns kept her from moving forward. She hated her body. She hated feeling the cold metal of her own body and she loathed feeling the cold metal of the planet she was confined to. It was all so cold, so lifeless to her organic parts. Her head turned to Prism, a twisted and vile smirk forming from the edge of her lips. [color=9e0039]"[i]I [/i]will end his [i]mi[/i]s[i]er[/i]y."[/color]

[i][color=fff200]"Ah...Prism? Before Nightscream finds out; why in Primus' name are you guys on Sub Level Twenty...?"[/color][/i] Prism's HUD displayed the waves of sound that were being broadcasted to her ears. She could recognize Turbulence's voice, as well as the fact that his IFF information popped up on her display as well. 

[color=00aeef]"Not now, Turbulence, we have a little..."[/color] Prism's voice faded. She could feel Blackarchnia's eyes burning into her as she moved closer to Sklog. [color=00aeef]"We're fine. Uh, we had a slight weapons malfunction, but uh... everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?"[/color]