[ milly blinks in confusion at the request, but he's smiling and that's such a nice sight that she doesn't mind complying -- even though strictly speaking she always prefers to fly around cybertronians, because she doesn't like yelling up at someone from the floor. but she complies, drifting down until her feet touch the ground. hands on hips, she looks up at riptide. ]
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Okay, now what?