Ironhide leads Chromia gently along to a more hidden, privated away area of the Nexus. He's been using it as a been using it as a home base while he searched for a way back home.

He seats himself down against where he has arranged some cushions for him to rest on while he recharges. He give her a cocky come hither smile and crooks a finger at her.

"How d' ya like mah pad?"

What in tarnation do you expect me to write, Smokescreen?

Fine!

I'm Ironhide, Security officer of the Autobots. Smokescreen made me get this damn thing.

Don't expect much.