[Don't mind the cringing from earlier, that's just a strange greeting customary for when dead cephalopods are involved, she's totally not creeped out by that squishy thing at all. She's killed mechs with her bare hands! This is nothing! She's just going to stand here and reinforce that bravado by allowing the inspection, the armor of her frame battered and scored from many battles but the gimbals, pistons and hydraulics all clean and well maintained.]

What, food's not fuel? Why do you put it in your face then? [So articulate.] We drink energon, or synthetic alternatives. I've seen staving mechs try hitting up gas stations before. Not pretty.

[Survivable but highly unpleasant. But oh, she doesn't want to think about starving again. That's an experience you never forget no matter how long it's been. ]

So how many legs does 'maltomeal' have? [A lot if its anything like his squiggly friend.] And what the frag's a buffet?