"As far as I know, both Snarl and Slag are kind of... gruff." She tries hard not to laugh at that, but it's true. Obviously also somewhat frustrating for poor Swoop.

Relaxing in her seat slightly and letting her back-mounted panels shift and droop in their neat arrangement on her back, Elita smiles and nods.

"Didn't know that, but it makes sense. Cooling system, practical... if a bit exposed." Not that her own 'wings' weren't exposed, but they were also meant to take a beating or be used in defense. "There were five in mine. Grim... ah, Grimlock, Swoop, Snarl, Slag and Sludge." She counts them off by tapping a finger for each name against her cheek.