Frag. He gives up, hands on his lap, frowning at them and the datapad he couldn't read, like their failure to be distracting was a personal affront

And she's looking at him....weird. He glances over, then back at the datapad, armor twitching. "You talk like that, and you're an Autobot." Something off about that, Flashpoint.

He scowls at the pad some more, mouth working like he's biting something. "....yeah. I mean. Just to test if you know what you're doing."