[A weird sight, truly, to see a grown man -- dark-skinned, with bright magenta hair and red eyes that have a faint glow to them -- dressed up in clothing that can only be described as post-apocalyptic, making a noticeable attempt to avoid the Wormmon that's trying to talk to him, side-stepping when it tries to get too close and seemingly ignoring everything it says up until it huffs and says, in a light and feminine voice,]

Misfire, I can't help you if you won't listen to me!

[And finally, Misfire answers,]

Sorry for not wanting to talk to a -- a worm. You know you're a worm, right?

Wormmon!

Yeah that's a bit of a mouthful, I'm just gonna call you a worm. I-I musta just had a bad nip of Energon, this is all one big hallucination and I'm gonna wake up with Spinister's gun in my face because the ceiling in my room's makin' weird noises or something.

Misfire, this is real. [The Wormmon's voice grows softer and a bit more shy.] I-I understand that this might be, um, overwhelming, but you have to trust me, alright?

[Misfire doesn't reply, seemingly having gone back to ignoring her. She sighs, a bit wistfully.]