[Optimus stands in the doorway for a respectable amount of time, just staring at the shadow on his floor before he shifts his gaze to the light fixture. His finials twitch back and forth for a moment, and then he steps up to the light, unhurried and smooth and seemingly calm]
[He then smashes the light fixture into pieces, nods in satisfaction as the plastic baby joins the rain of glass and plastic shards raining down, and heads to his berth without any further delay]
Action, There and Gone
It doesn't look like this someone has really rifled that much through your possessions. Or stolen anything.
How do you know someone was here? There is a tiny plastic human toy baby somehow inside the light in you room. it makes a weird shadow on the floor. ]
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[He then smashes the light fixture into pieces, nods in satisfaction as the plastic baby joins the rain of glass and plastic shards raining down, and heads to his berth without any further delay]