[Two days later, Velocity is sitting at a booth at Mac's (or Mik's) at exsctly 11am, knees drawn up to her chest as she fiddles with her datapad. She was amped up with nerves about everything to do with this. Everything from leaving her room to Ratchet absolutely being able to tell she wasn't doing well just by looking at her to just... seeing Ratchet]

[She pressed her nasal ridge further into her knees with a mutter and nudged her datapad further away from herself, then pulled it closer again just on the off chance Ratchet messaged]