Blurr is already waiting in a table, his own acolyte by his side for the same reason as Bulk's. It makes Blurr slightly anxious to stay away from the temple but he learned to live with that nagging feeling. He waves at Bulkhead.

"Ey! Sorry about him, there was no way he stayed at the temple. If I didn't know better I would say he's infatuated with me."

Blurr nudges his acolyte, a smirk on his face. The acolyte blinks a few times but that's all the emotion it shows. The racer glances up at Bulkhead, a 'what did we do to deserve this' look on his face.

"Expressive, aren't they?"