By the look on Deadlock's face, she might infer this wasn't exactly cocktails with Megatron levels of fun for Deadlock, either. In fact, he looks like he'd rather be rolling in radioactive waste.

Huh. Maybe if he did that she'd stay the frag away from him.

"Oh stop fraggin' pretending." He steps closer. "YOU set this up, didn't you?" Because anything that sucks in Deadlock's life: her fault. It is her Autobot Destiny.

And that grenade is not stolen: he acquired it fair and square. Well...kind of fair and maybe a bit of a rhombus. Close enough. "Fraggin' name tape marked my territory." Which reminds him: "You stay on your side of the line." You know, the gross Autobot side.