Whipp hops off her bike, helping the TCP in her sidecar out. She mutters that introductions aren’t exactly priority right now, but her passenger runs right over anyway to say hi. His name is Sonny, and he’s very nervous, but happy to meet you all! An even more excitable voice comes from under his ear flaps, which he quickly flips up to reveal the tiniest TCP you have ever seen. This is Perky, Sonny says, to which Perky himself babbles so fast you can’t make sense of it.