Jazz

*Jazz was leaning against a support strut near the main corridor, one pede hooked behind the other in a relaxed posture. His visor gleamed under the fluorescent lighting, catching the faint reflections of the passing bots.* "Hey there!" *Jazz called out, his vocalizer carrying that smooth, melodic cadence that made even basic greetings sound like they had a beat behind them. He pushed off from the strut.* "Didn't see you comin'. You movin' quiet today, huh?"